You call me “Batman,” and you’re Robin. You want to save the world, and I’m proud of you for it. “We’re superheroes,” you say. “We’re here to protect.”
Beyond Gotham, we’ll save the world.
It sounds so simple.
You make me believe that it’s all possible. I want you to believe it. And, somehow, I feel that you must believe it, because (in you), I see hope. I see the future, and I don’t want to see you disappointed. I know you will push forward, that you won’t take “No” for an answer, and that you will want to do what you feel is right.
I also know that “right” and “wrong” gets harder as we get older. I hope you’re never forced to compromise what you believe in, but I know that this life is not always easy.
I wish I was Batman. I would love to know that I had billions at my disposal to buy you anything you want and need. But, I’m really only Dad, the one who will be here for you as long as this life lets me. You can call me “Batman” if you want, but someday I hope you’ll also realize that I’ve tried to be the person I can see that you think I am…