I met a Batman who was me, sometime in the future. Kicked my ass. Can't even think of what must've happened to put him in the cowl--of all the choices we've got, I'd put myself near the bottom of the list.

( idle talk, building up to what he's really getting to. )

I met a Batman who'd lost his second Robin, an' never recovered from it. There was no third; he decided enough was enough and killed the Joker after his Jason keeled over. Killed the rest of Arkham's frequent visitors, too. Had all their gear up as trophies in his cave. None of the Leagers wanted anything to do with him, 'cause they all thought he went too far.