A twisted, empty grin twitched at the corners of Terry's mouth. "You think you know me? Bruce may not have killed, but I'm not Bruce. I don't have the same rules."

Sure, in his early days as the Bat he'd had to kill. But he'd never liked it. And he prayed that he wouldn't have to kill Tim.

With just the slightest hesitation, Terry leaped forward, punching out towards Tim's neck.