I can't keep any more secrets from the Birds. Their lives depend on it. Hell, my life depends on it.
You wanted to know why Spyral had "an evil mind controlling satellite hanging over Earth." Because... Because of you, Dick Grayson. I know how much you missed being Nightwing. How it ruined your life to have the world know who you were. So I had Poppy and Dr. Netz modify Somnus. One day, if you wanted it, it would allow you to make the world forget who you were. Forget you were Nightwing. You could have walked back into your old life. I hid half the access codes in my hypnos implant and half in your's. Because I believed Dick Grayson, that using Somnus this way was a choice we'd make... together.
Enough. We have made mistakes. Time to atone. We need to strike now, while the elite agents and Tiger are injured and off campus. While we are ahead of them. Mr. Nightwing and I know St. Hadrian's like an old lover. Every hall. Every artifice. Every deception. And we will teach you, girls. Class in is session.
One man described him as... ahem'... 'a pretty cool little dude.
Friends have never been my strong suit. Allies? Sure. Teams? Not great. But okay. Fellow antiheroes (who never really hang out anyway)? Yes. But friends -- normal, everyday friends -- have never been my thing.
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