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Dear Gordon,
Like Grayson, you were firm but kind. Helpful but damning.
I detest you. You are too weak to be with the rest of the family.
You failed, you were broken.
You glued the pieced back together and from your throne you are the eye in the sky; All seeing, All knowng.
Mother told me a broken tool is useless. It was the last day I saw one of my teachers, he was severely injured too.
So why do you defy that standard? How can shattered glass turn into something so impenetrable,
You are useless.
I am useless too. I dont know how to reshape my new self into something useful. How did you?
Loathsomely,
Damian Wayne