Speaking of existential crises... the strokes of his brush to the wall begin to slow until, finally, they simply stop. Bruce stares to the small little bubbles beginning to appear from his having smushed the end of the brush there against the wall and he lets his gaze drop for a moment.

"I have a theory... maybe." His words are soft and he doesn't look over to Dick. "I saw my parents here," he starts and that sentence already probably tells Dick this isn't going to have a happy ending. "They were dead. They tried to kill me... so Jason stepped in and killed them." And that had been a trauma he didn't need added to the ones he's already carrying.

Staring to the wall, he pulls the brush down, slowly, running it through the bubbles. "I froze. I couldn't fight them. I felt... like this." Being this age again, he means. "Maybe that's why this happened."