In the final moment, with his blade at Bruce’s throat, Damian saw his own reflection in the white lenses of the cowl. He saw the pain he was causing and the monster he was becoming. He lowered the sword.
A new player had arrived in Gotham: , an assassin dressed in ornate, feather-like armor who claimed to represent a legend Bruce thought he had debunked years ago—the Court of Owls. But the Talon didn't want Batman. He wanted the boy. In the final moment, with his blade at
"He offers what you won't, Father," Damian’s voice crackled over the comms. "Justice without the hesitation of your 'code'." A new player had arrived in Gotham: ,
"You’re a hero, Damian. Not an executioner," Bruce replied, his voice a low rumble. "He offers what you won't, Father," Damian’s voice
The fight that followed wasn't just about martial prowess—it was a battle for Damian’s soul. Every strike Bruce parried was a lesson in restraint; every lunging attack Damian made was a cry for independence. The Talon watched from the gargoyles, a puppet master waiting for the son to strike down the father to prove his worthiness to the Court.