[ The use of the word family hit him hard. Julian's family, his real one, was never much to speak of. Neglect would be an understatement. And unfortunately, it had been quite some time since any of the Rogues felt like family to him. If they ever did.

Perhaps he craved it. Perhaps that's why he joined the Misfits, why he put together the Time Foes.

He pauses again, chewing his lip. ] It must be dire, if the few of us that are here are a semblance of family. There's so many of us. A gallery of symbols.

But yes, we will always have a Batman. Our sun. [ Which decides the length of the year, the seasons. It is integral to the existence of the calendar, like how the Batman is integral to his rogues. ]