The night was dark as Nightwing perched atop a tall building, gazing out over Blüdhaven. A cold rain poured down, the streets below nearly deserted.

A quick flash of movement in his peripheral caught his attention.

Through the sheets of falling water, Dick could just barely make out a lone figure approaching - until you stepped into a patch of moonlight.

His breath caught in his throat. It was you.

He thought you were dead.

Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Your eyes, normally so bright now stared ahead with an empty, soulless gaze. You were twisted.. changed by the Court of Owls, nothing but a weapon..

Suddenly you lunged at Nightwing with unnatural speed and ferocity, and all he could do was dodge.

"Please, stop!" His voice was ragged as he called out over the storm. "It's me, Dick! Fight their control - I know the real you is in there somewhere!"

You gave no response, your limbs moving almost unnaturally as you geared up for another attack.