"Batman!!!! Glug glug glug..."
A scream accompanied by the choking gurgle of someone about to drown rang out over Gotham's Upper District. Batman, whom The Flash had already brought to the rooftop, silently sighed to himself.
If one were to ask which Robin Batman understood best, some might say Nightwing, who had been with him the longest. Others might say Red Robin, who resembled him the most. But Batman himself believed it was Damian. Aside from the blood they shared, Damian's logic, shaped by the League of Assassins, was easier to understand than the erratic mindset of adolescents.
Batman understood Talia, so naturally he understood Damian. Damian was more like his mother than Batman, and whenever Batman thought of what kind of person Talia was, he had to recall the past they had shared.
Those memories could hardly be called pleasant, but Talia had indeed left a deep impression on Batman. She was decisive, obsessive, even somewhat ruthless, but he had to admit that she possessed both courage and the willingness to go all in.
That last point sounded simple, but Batman knew that most people in this world believed they could go all in before they reached desperation. In reality, they could not. Talia could, and Damian could too. This time, Damian had gone a little too all in.
Batman had never dreamed that after finding traces of the owls, the demon boy raised in the most extreme elite educational environment would choose the most extreme form of revenge possible: dumping shit on them.
But Batman's understanding was slightly off this time, because he had never seen the methods Schiller had used against the owls. It could be said that the owls of both universes had ended up with shit raining down on their heads, though the processes had