He's a kid again. Inside the Batsuit, the younger man on this precarious perch is a boy once more, a boy in tights and elfin boots and ready to take on the world, one bad guy at a time, his hero before him. He reaches to the cowl and tears it off, revealing a bruised, battered, unshaven face covered in blood, sweat and, yes, tears.

"Bruce...." he whispers brokenly.