Nightwing hated it when others assumed he was assuming anything. He carefully retraced his words while she venomously spewed hers back to him, before pleading again. He had only asked what if, he had never accused Wildcat of anything, and here she was adamant in her own convictions. As if he could do no wrong, like no one good could ever turn evil or vice versa. The sudden feeling of friendly help and conversation had all but dissipated from the environment. The more she spoke the more hostile things seemed to get, threats some clear, some more subtle, came screeching through.<br/><br/><br/>Finally with a heavy sigh Nightwing conceded in part.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "Fine, I will consider your offer, but do me a favor and consider the perspective of others. I am not saying Wildcat is guilty, or that he did turn bad, but look at how things appear from their point of view for just a moment as well. It might even help from your side of things. I will be back here at sundown tomorrow if I am going to help, if not then you know my answer."</span><br/><br/><br/>He left it at that, didn't wait for a response of any kind as he left through the window they had entered. Swiftly navigating his way back to the Nightcycle as he sped off into the night. Nightwing had a fair amount of thinking to do as he drove through the streets of Bludhaven, patrolling them while pondering his options. This was a decision with ramifications from multiple sides, helping her would mean drawing the ire of the Justice League, and while he had no desire of joining them since he had the Titans to fall back on, it was still not good to be on their bad side. Of course going against Black Canary meant that he would have to contend with her, and knowing she would stoop to any level to get what she wanted meant a manhunt, or in this case a canary hunt throughout the streets and that was not a fight he could easily win. In fact he knew it could go either way, and would likely be a matter of circumstance, who got the element of surprise at some point in the fight would maintain the advantage.<br/><br/><br/>As night turned to early morning the disguised Dick Grayson called it an evening and went back into hiding. He parked his bike in the old warehouse he used for a base of operations before secretly exiting and heading back to his apartment for to catch some sleep. He had work the following day, and some sleep would help his mind recharge from the long evening that Black Canary had provided him.