"It'll be fine!"

You're not sure if Nightwing is trying to convince you, or himself. Either way, he's not doing a very good job.

"I'll tell Batman, and he'll see why I think this is a good idea."

His voice is laced with this sort of strange uncertainty that makes you nervous, regardless of how you were feeling before.

Absentmindedly, he picks up one of your things, now used to decorate his childhood home away from home bedroom.

"I just have to wait until he's in a good mood."