I think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
I have no interest in being a father myself. I always presumed that I was unfit to be one. And then I found myself one night staring down an alley at this little boy quite literally shaking with fear. I don’t know, it’s funny, isn’t it, what life throws you? I’m keenly aware that I am not Master Bruce’s flesh and blood, but it’s the moments… The little things, like when he uses a skill that I once taught him, or we laugh at a joke that only he and I share. Those have been some of the most ecstatic moments of my life. Nothing can possibly prepare you for that joy.