You will not touch me, you disgusting old monster. I am not your puppet. Not an 'it.' Not someone so easily dismissed. I am destined for greatness. A conquerer. I am my father's son. You can't-
I will not be treated this way. I am ME, you can't take that from me. You can't. You're supposed to be long dead. Dust. You've had your chance at life, you can't rob me of mine. You have no right. I'll kill you if you try. Father and mother will make you suffer for it.
This isn't how it's supposed to be. I'll kill you, stupid shitty old man. Just die! Die like you're supposed to!
I have to be able to save myself but I can't. I've failed, I'm trapped. In danger. This doesn't happen. It can't. I need help. Mother! I-I can't do this on my own. You MUST help me!
STAY OUT OF MY HEAD, OLD MAN!
Father, I need you. More than the others. I should come before the others. Help me.
Please.
((Nightmare consisting of disjointed memories of being in Ra's Al Ghul's inescapable grasp and in serious danger of becoming nothing more than a shell for his grandfather's soul. 3% memory regain, 21% total))