The final blow was not a fist. It was a choice. Bruce wrapped his arms around Ra’s al Ghul and the remaining control rods. He looked into his mentor’s eyes—a mirror of what he could have become.
Rachel had the Tumbler. Gordon had the element of surprise. But Bruce had the weight of the son who finally understood the father. Thomas Wayne didn’t build a monorail to control the city. He built it to connect it. Batman Begins Batman
He met Rachel Dawes again in the stark light of a courtroom hallway. Her eyes were harder, the idealism of the girl now tempered into the righteous fury of an Assistant District Attorney. “Justice is about more than revenge, Bruce,” she said, and the words stung more than Ducard’s training blows. The final blow was not a fist
Henri Ducard. No. Ra’s al Ghul.