Seeing Black Canary curled up in the fetal position told Nightwing that something was definitely wrong. He was still panicked from not being able to find the perpetrator responsible for her injuries. The she spoke, and learned he wasn't here at all. This news calmed his fight or flight senses a bit knowing there was no danger present.<br/><br/><br/>Deep inside Dick knew that something didn't quite add up. That cry of hers was potent and powerful, yet he hadn't heard it, not even a trace of it. He also knew that he had been warned she had gone off the deep end however, with all that knowledge he still saw a woman in need laying before him. She was weakened from the use of her power, and in her state he couldn't just let her leave, she could barely walk, or so he assumed.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Shhh, don't talk like that."</span>His blue eyes looked down to hers with care as his right hand rested gently on her forehead. He had knelt back down in front of her as he had been before. A plan began to form in his mind, one based on his own experiences. He understood the need for vegence after his family was killed.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"I am going to take you back, help you heal up, and then we can find the guy who did this to you. Maybe even the odds in our favor."</span>Nightwing hopped up once again and bent down to help Black Canary to her feet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "Do you think you can walk with my help?" </span>He asked as he wrapped her left arm around his neck and with his right around her back he lifted her up.<br/><br/><br/>While waiting for her response he at least brought her to the edge of the train car. He didn't expect her to jump down on her own, but he hoped she could hold herself up long enough for himself to jump down so that he could catch her before they walked back to his bike, but how things played out remained to be seen.