[ That's... an awful lot to take in all at once. Dick's quiet for several moments, taking a slow breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Trying to imagine what that would be like, if one day everyone just knew. It sounds terrifying.

It sounds freeing. ]

... I am trying, you know. To figure out who Robin is without "Batman and" in front of my name. I'm still— [ He laughs, but it's quiet. ] He gave me rules to live by, and a purpose, and a higher calling. It's like trying to make sense of faith on your own after being raised in the church, I think. It sounds melodramatic, but if you knew him like I did, you'd get it.

I know not everything he taught me is right. Or at least not right for me. I do know that. But it's... hard. It's really, really hard to rebuild yourself. If I drop those rules and make my own, that means any bad call I make from there on out? That's all on me. And it's not like I want to avoid responsibility or anything like that, but... honestly? I'm sixteen. I still screw up so much. How am I supposed to know what the right thing to do is when I only seem to get it right about half the time?

[ Dryly, but jokingly: ] Complicated interpersonal relationship dynamics aside.