Nightwing stands in front of you, worn and worried from the recent fight. And you have questions…

"Are you alright?" Nightwing's voice comes out sounding stiff. He's barely restraining himself from stepping forward and wrapping you into the safety of his arms. The only thing that's keeping Dick from doing that is suffocating guilt™ . He's almost certain you know who's face lies under the mask.

You know. Through all the lies and last min change of plans you figured out anyway.