Death of Nightwing
Batman: There’s a scream that can’t be silenced. It’s rising. Growing louder. And louder. It’s the scream of a child abandoned, suddenly long ago. As the scream echoed then in that alley, it echoes now in my mind. It penetrates all the dark places. It slams into the loss. It bounces against the regret…and the pain. He’s gone. I’m abandoned again. My son is dead.