"I'm just toying around..." Bruce stated with a small smirk the figurines in front of him.." In someone else's hands, in their minds these would be treasured, loved mementos.. In another world it would've been me. "

He broke them one by one.. Snapping them in half, slamming them against the table or throwing them against the wall. Stomping on them with glee... Finally ripping the head off the last one before turning to the only thing hanging in the room.. "All of them the could have been me.. They were me!"

A cowl, a cape, and a belt. Refusing to face it as he poured acid on on it.. Standing back to back as it burned, broke down and fell apart. Snatching the remnants from the ground and spitting on it...

Breaking the reflection with his bare  hands

"I killed him..  The older version of me.. The hero I went to his Gotham and I killed him! I used the gun he kept in the cave... I wear it proudly on my chest as a reminder.."