Nightwing stood over the dark city of Blüdhaven, his narrowed eyes gleaming with... spite? Anger?

Resentment. It was his mother's birthday today. The same day his parents had been murdered in front of him. He grit his teeth and let out a hiss through his mouth, sitting down on the roof he was perched on. He'd never avenged their death, instead just simply... forgiving their killer.

Maybe he resented that choice. Or maybe he just resented himself.

Ugh.

Dick shut his eyes and forcefully pushed his thoughts to the ground. Bleugh. I need a drink.