All I ever wanted was to be good enough for Bruce. I thought I could live up to the standards that Dick set as Robin, but I couldn't. I was this angry, reckless, punk-ass street kid with a temper worse than his, and I didn't listen. I didn't listen, and I got myself beaten to death with a crowbar. It was my own damn stupid fault. Because I didn't listen. I never listened. All I wanted to do was to make Bruce proud, and I screwed it up, like I did with everything else.
Then, I came back from the dead. You'd think would make me grateful, and have this new appreciation for life, and change things around. But I didn't. I was still pissed at Bruce. I was angry about everything. I let Bruce's crazy psycho ex-girlfriend, or whatever the hell Talia is convince me that I was "unavenged". And that's how I felt. The son of a bitch that murdered me was still around, and Bruce just put him away in Arkham. After everything the Joker did, to me, to Barbara, to countless other people, Bruce still had held up to his high and mighty standards, and not put the bastard six feet under. He didn't kill. I got it. But I was supposed to be his son. What kind of father doesn't murder the bastard that took his son away from him? If he'd taken Bruce, Dick, or hell, even Tim from me, I would've put him in the ground so fast.
I became the Red Hood. Bruce's ways of taking care of criminals wasn't working, so I took them out in the only way that seemed right. And Bruce called me just as bad as them. Once again, I'd let them down. Apparently, letting Bruce down is all I'm good at. Dick's the golden oldest child that can do no wrong. Tim's the youngest son that's going to be just like Dad. And me? I'm the middle child. The textbook, invisible, wants attention so badly that he acts out in ways that Dad hates middle child. Yup. That's me.
I love my family. In my own way, I do. Bruce, Dick, Tim, and yeah, I guess Damian, too, are the closest thing I've ever had to an actual stable family. But I know I've let them down in a way that's made me the black sheep forever. And in some ways, I guess that's what I deserve. After all, all I am is just the fuck-up.