"I don't give chances to wasted space," I reply, holding his gaze. I've taken in plenty of people under my wing, brought a great deal of potential into the manor. Maybe the rest of the world had already written them off, or didn't have a place for them to go. But I saw something in each of them that I couldn't simply give up on.

"But I've given plenty of people chances already. Why would I need to take up another?" I ask, curious to see what he has to project about each one of our respective futures. Does this young man even know Dick? Jason? Damian? I can't imagine that all of them are out of the business in forty years.