Bruce wanted so badly to do this right. Staring at Jason's tunic, it was hard not to remember how badly he'd failed at being a father before, and here was a boy, his own flesh and blood, asking him what he needed to do to prove himself?
He needed a breath to think.
"I was watching you tonight," he said slowly. "You're a strong fighter. Talented. But there are many reasons why I can't and won't work with the League." Bruce paused, then reached out and carefully peeled off Damian's domino mask, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I want to teach you my way. You probably won't like it. You're very skilled, but that's not always what it's about. When you're finished - we'll discuss what happens next.
"But no matter what," he added. "This is your home. You have family here. Not blood, but... Maybe you'll understand later."