Batman shot Damian a sardonic look that was mostly lost beneath the cowl, though his voice managed to convey the sentiment. "Yes, I imagine a plane would be the fastest form of commercial transportation available to a minor traveling into the country unaccompanied by an adult. Since your mother would have brought you herself via private jet, I'm assuming you managed to escape her notice and get here on your own. Which means she won't be far behind."
Talia had to have been watching Damian. If he'd been on his own in Gotham for more than two months and traveling for even longer, she would have eyes in his city watching him, too. Batman did not like that idea."Why did you leave your mother?" he asked.
They approached the rock wall of the cliff that hid the car's entrance to the Cave and Batman kept driving at it until it disappeared to reveal the long stone bridge leading down into the main Grotto. Pulling onto the circular platform, he didn't get out of the car.
Pulling off his mask, Bruce sighed and turned to look at his son. "I bet Ta- your mother has been telling you quite a lot about who you are. Your legacy, your importance. Grandson of the Demon Head. Son of Batman. Prince of Gotham. Heir to all of it, and more." He smiled so faintly it was almost invisible, and very sad.
"Tell me what your mother has told you about why I don't kill," he asked.