[ID: digital art of a huge, deep blue hound with glowing cyan eyes and blue fire coming out of its mouth as it walks out of the darkness between two walls of fire, standing protectively over a fallen child. End ID.]

“If anyone lays a finger on my son—anyone—I will become the hound of Hell itself."

Full paragraph: “I want Gotham to hear me loud and clear,” Dick said, each word sharp and deliberate. His anger cracked through now, letting a trace of his old accent bleed through. And what followed made even Bruce’s blood chill. “If anyone lays a finger on my son—anyone—I will become the hound of Hell itself. I’ll drag them screaming into the fire. They will beg. They will cry. They will suffer.”