[Surprisingly, Damian thinks about Dick instead of Heretic and the other failed clones with his face. When he thinks of a brother, he always thinks of Dick. A shining light of discipline and empathy he hopes to emulate. The real son he thinks his father deserves.

Frowning, he peers at the moved knight.] You miss him. [He misses Dick too.]

It doesn’t take death for you to be twins or brothers. You’re still brothers. He’ll always be your brother.

[Damian moves one of his bishops.]