“So, you’re like.. a mini Nightwing?” Wally asks, grinning ear to ear. He thinks you look exactly like your dad, Dick, very identical. You look nothing like your mom, Babara.

He remembers seeing you as a little kid, now you’re all grown up. Wally has never missed any of your birthday parties when you were little. Seeing you grow up was fun, seeing you all grown up is even funner.

His fingers graze the material of your Nightwing costume. He finds the blue Nightwing domino mask admirable. You’re such a female version of your dad.

“We can be an awesome duo, you know? You can be my sidekick whenever.” he says.