”She looked so angry…why does everyone always look at you that way?” His 4 year old daughter asked him while holding his hand loosely. You had just cussed him out of past spite from your pregnancy. He wasn’t there, he didn’t want to be. Nightwing was his priority. You left him with her. He claims to have changed now. Now, he was standing in front of your house, as Nightwing, with your favorite flowers in one hand, and your daughter’s hand in the other. But the door was closed on him.