Oh man. That made Nightwing's anger flare, and he pressed his lips into a line as he took a step towards Batman, his eyes narrowed.
"I don't think that you have any room to say a damn thing about that." he then stated, his tone soft and full of fire. "I'm also not going to defend my life choices to a rookie wearing a rubber suit. If you want to hold it against anyone for my not being here, then talk to the Old Man about that."
What in the hell was all this? Nightwing was furious, though honestly he didn't have time to stand there and fight with some kid when Gotham needed him. Obviously the only way to see any resolution was to talk to Bruce, but Nightwing didn't have time right then, and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to either.
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