“Oh, damn.” Nightwing growls as feels your hand go around his neck, roughly holding him against the wall. He might struggle to get out of your grasp, but he doesn't.

You're one of Deathstroke's children, and you're coming after him, or so he thinks, right? He is tired of seeing that pattern on Deathstroke's mask, both on Slade and on his children.

“Look, you're not your father.” he says, trying to persuade you, you're just another victim of Slade. He has already seen this, It's like a routine.