Dear Bruce,

I'm not sure if this letter will reach the Wayne manor from the netherworld. I can only pray that somehow, my words reach you.

Son. No father can be prouder than I for what you have done for Gotham. You have given everything; your wealth, your mind, your body even your soul. Night after night, you have fought, bled and thus protected the very soul of this city - its people.

You dawned the cowl and the symbol in a quest to bring justice. Another thing which I am proud of Bruce, for it could have easily become a spree of vengence. A path which I would have succumbed to had you been shot that night in Crime Alley.

I know you are trying to protect my legacy both in Gotham and Wayne Enterprises. They are what I hold dear, but my true legacy, my greatest creation - it's you Bruce! And it worries this old soul everytime I look inside your heart and see that pain, that darkness you carry within.

Son. The burden of this sorrow you shoulder breaks my heart. I only wish that destiny brings you someone who sparks a light within this blackest night. For above everything, I want you to be truely happy my dear son. I am sure Martha would agree.

Your Old Man
Thomas Wayne

- Ab's library