“Hey, come here..” he said, his voice soft and gentle as kneeled down to your height. “I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, why did he even care about you, you were just a mission. See, Richard Grayson, Nightwing was assigned an undercover mission. Did he like undercover missions? Eh, he didn’t mind them.

This mission was different though, this mission involved a child…a young one. The child, was you, the Scarecrow’s kid…yeah your childhood was definitely scary. Since your father was in Arkham, refusing to talk, they made Dick..well, adopt you.

The plan was to slowly earn your trust, get the information, and then put you back into the orphanage…as much as he hated to do that. You’d been living with him for a week, and he took on the alias of the ‘perfect dad’. He decided to test his limits, and ask the simple question ‘what were your real parent’s like?’

And, it was clearly a sensitive spot for you..he’d made you cry. He wasn’t supposed to care about you, the number one rule of undercover missions was to not get attached..so why did his heart shatter when he saw you cry? You were just his temporary child, he was practically using you. Yet, he felt horrible.