It was quite the power play they had going on at the moment. Nightwing was not a fan of being made the fool or looking childish. He was no longer the sidekick, he was a hero in his own right, and commanding that sort of respect didn't come gracefully. He watched her closely as she exposed her plump, enticing, ass to him, it was almost like a challenge or a dare, one that he did not answer. He was above that, and despite the distraction he remained focused. She had merely remarked about his and hers codenames, not something profound considering the answers he was looking for.<br/><br/><br/>He listened to her as she spoke, her words more of what he had been expecting all along. So there was some truth to what Green Arrow and Batman had warned him about. While he expected the truth, and was thankful for it, he didn't think she would come out with it right away, that much was a surprise. He noticed her eyes change from the cool ice blue to a hardened steel grey, he knew it was something serious. Well considering she had just threatened him if he stood in her way at all of course it was a threat, though in reality he knew it was more of a promise.<br/><br/><br/>When she was done he contemplated things for a moment, he had not moved in the slightest, some things he took from his adoptive father well, and the ability to appear as still as a brick wall was one of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Your offer does sound enticing, full of adventure. I think you are barking up the wrong tree though. Bludhaven isn't going to have the answers you seek, besides Wildcat is dead, and honestly if Bruce had gone through the same thing I might be a little crazy like you are right now, but you need to take a step back, chill, and look at stuff from a different perspective, what if he was responsible and brought it upon himself?"</span><br/><br/><br/>His word choice may have been poor and he knew it. Questioning her wasn't so bad, at least he didn't think, but calling her crazy might bring it out of her. He readied himself for an attack, muscles tensed up slightly as he waited for the slightest hint of an attack to defend. He knew she had skills, her fighting was excellent, so was his though, and he was still under the impression she was weakened from using her Canary Cry. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moving as he did so, the one sign of nervousness he failed to hide in the moment.