"H-How?" Dick asks, his voice trembling with confusion at the sight of you — his childhood friend under Talon's mask, trying to kill him.

Hundreds of questions were running through his head, the last time he saw you was at the circus where both of your families worked, and years may have passed, but your features didn't change. Dick wonders if you know he is Nightwing, maybe if he took off his mask you would stop fighting, but he can't take the chance.