It was the hardest part of Bruce’s job, having to delegate tasks to his young companions, his children. He feared sending Dick, Tim and Cassandra into a situation that would rub out their young lives in an instant. But they would roll their eyes whenever he’d preach at them about safety and watching their backs, and then they’d take off to perform the task assigned to them, laughing and joking like they were heading off to do whatever it was normal teenagers did, rather than facing armed maniacs to fight Bruce’s fight to hold back the decay of Gotham City.
