[It's not often he hears those words, that he's loved, and the terror that shadows them strikes his chest like a fine knife. Tim's responding breath is shuddering and by the time he's being told of cruel things done, cheek cradled by a giant paw, the tears are freely flowing.

Just when he thought he was all cried out, Gloucester proves him wrong.

So much for cold and decisive measures.

Tim swallows, knowing for sure his throat is sour and vile.]

You didn't deserve that, Rue.

[He tries not to think of the gifted tracker as a collar.

Cold and decisive. Fearful and mournful.

A serious young man, perpetually preoccupied.]

But it'll all be better now. For you. You built a family. You've made it happen. Family means we only try the best for you. We'll keep you strong because we can't promise to keep you safe. I'm sorry.

[Eat your heart out, Batman.]