She hadn't expected him to immediately offer assistance and had to hide her surprise. Had she fallen so far that she'd forgotten about human decency in heroes? Nightwing was a good guy; he was going to act like one. Maybe he<i>would</i>understand what she needed to do and maybe, just maybe, he'd help her. But she still could not let her guard down. Not until she was certain.<br/><br/>She followed his lead when he helped her off of the crate, limping as best as she could. It was hard to play the broken bird when all she wanted to do was soar.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "That's very kind,"</span>Dinah murmured, one arm wrapped around Nightwing's strong shoulders.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I have a motel room... you can bring me there and I'll take care of myself,"</span>she told him, guessing he'd refuse and offer to stay with her for a little while at least.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I'm alright, just very tired and winded,"</span>she added when he asked if she could walk with help.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I'm not hurt," </span>she promised, other than the bruise on her cheek. She didn't want him to be suspicious that she had no other scrapes or cuts.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"He used some kind of... magic or gas and I passed out for a few seconds. When I woke up, he was removing my clothing... and then I screamed...." </span><br/><br/>She leaned against the train car when he hopped down to ready himself to catch her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"My jacket,"</span>she reminded him, not wanting to leave her bomber behind. Wildcat had given that to her....