"Your mother, who is she?" John had asked. "Kind of obvious, don't you think?" Rex had replied. "Even if it isn't leave it be, you don't want to know too much about your future." Bruce had said, and he had been right. Knowing about future events, even if they were a part of an unstable timeline that would never happen now, haunted his every waking moment. He had become Batman to save people, but what good was that title when it killed those he held most dear? Even if he hadn't technically met them yet...