Call me practical. It's not like any of us really expect to live to old age. Might as well learn from it. [He shrugs a bit, subconsciously touching just under his harness at the spot where his spleen had been.]

Definitely not me, then. [A soft snort. The news that Damian remained reassuringly pint-sized and much calmer as he entered true Robin age was oddly cheering. Maybe the world and Gotham weren't doomed, after all.] I'm seventeen, now, not that I didn't almost die before that.

[Still, if that world's him was dead and Robin was here--] If you're here, who's backing up Batman?