Word count: About sixty.
"You are trembling, my dear. Why?"
"I'm afraid of dying, Mother."
"Only common people need fear dying, my son. Are you one of them, then?"
"I'm not! I'm an al Ghul!"
"Then behave as one. I will be waiting for you on the other side of the darkness."
The ancient bronze door opened. Beyond it waited his grandfather, the knife, death and the pit.