Dick Grayson was reliving a nightmare. It was the same nightmare that had caused him to leave the Titans and strike out on his own, it was the same reason he had moved to BludHaven and set out as Nightwing rather fall back under Bruce's shadow either after the failure that Dick took completely on himself. Dick was in charge. It was his team. And it was his failure to understand and react to Slade's master stroke.. and Terra's betrayal. It put his entire team in death's clutches and if not for Terra's own last second sacrifice.. he may have lost them all.  The Titans were no more. Dick was trying his best to find his own place in the world. And then the Justice League was gone.. and suddenly the world was much bleaker and the younger generation of heroes.. including his friends had to step up to fill this void. Dick refused to put on the cowl of his mentor even in his absence. He had done it once before and it was too heavy a burden. If he was going to do this, he needed to be his own man. But already.. the sins and ghosts of the past were rearing their ugly heads. Slade had already fired across the bow of this very infant reunion.<br/><br/>Dick watched on as Dr. Thompkins tended to Gar. He was the light of the Titans, the heart and relief from the gravity of their responsibilities and just like last time, Dick had missed something and Slade had hurt another friend and teammate. He pulled himself off the wall he had been leaning against with his arms crossed as he watched her work desperately. He sighed and couldn't take it any longer and had to step out but he couldn't face Kori right away, or meet her eyes as he entered the hallway and ventured towards the large windows looking out over the Gotham night. "I was stupid.. reckless to put this together.. or try to." He said already feeling a little more defeated than he usually allowed himself. But this situation.. losing Bruce and the other heroes that had mentored him and his friends.. it made every decision made that much larger. Bruce would have been prepared for this. He never would have allowed himself to lose focus on Slade to begin with.. to let his ego get in the way and remove himself from the mission to begin with. "Gar... of course he would target Gar first.." He shook his head. "Kori.. I'm not Bruce.. we're not the Justice League.. not yet. Maybe never will be." He was honest with her like he rarely let himself be with the others. "I can't speak for Wally.. or the others.. but I'm drowning here. I don't want justice.. I want his head.. He's played so many games with our heads.. killed and maimed friends.. Deathstroke.. will never stop coming for us. Unless we put him down. Bruce.. Batman.. would be disappointed.. But it's not his brother on that table this time. It's ours."