As Black Canary went back to get her bomber jacket, Nightwing started to think, and things were beginning to not add up. He could understand that her Canary Cry could take energy from her and make her weak, especially if she put some force into it, at least he believed that much. What he had a hard time wrapping his head around was why she would walk from the point of attack back to the train car in a weakened state but not fix her clothing, especially if she wasn't hurt? Better yet in her weakened state how did she manage to get into the train car itself? It wasn't like it was just a small hop, for as delicate as she appeared just a moment ago, knowing she could walk on her own began to make him grow suspicious.<br/><br/><br/>As she came back with her jacket Nightwing looked up at her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"So how did you manage to climb all the way up here?"</span>He asked nonchalantly while he waited for her to jump down toward him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"I mean, you looked pretty out of sorts, and you mentioned that you were very tired and winded. If he never struck you, then how did that mark on your face come to be?"</span>He didn't know just yet whether she had set things up as a trap or not. Nightwing figured that she could be hiding part of the truth out of embarrassment for being bested in battle. She might fear the creature who had attacked and didn't want to admit that she had been left here? He didn't know for sure.<br/><br/><br/>His hands reached up to catch her, his face stoic like his mentor's always used to be, not showing a hint of emotion one way or the other. He didn't want to believe she was as bad as he had been warned. He wanted very much to believe that Batman and Green Arrow were wrong, deep inside though he knew they were generally right on things.