She Vents to You

"...it works."

"Hm?"

"The cloak," Nightwing elaborates. "It works."

You frown at her. "Uhhh... yeah. And?"

"I hate it."

You silently nod. You assumed she would.

"I hate the way it makes me feel. It makes me feel... small. Like I'm hiding inside of something."

You're surprised by how she's suddenly opening up to you about this kind of stuff. Then again, it's not like there's no precedent to it - she did, after all, share a tearful catharsis with you. Even so, it's still surprising for you no matter what.

"Give it some time - once we find a city that you can live in full time, we'll work on getting you accepted into the society there. And then, someday, you won't have to hide anymore."

"... how long would that be?"

"Honestly? I don't know. Could be days, could be years. Hell, for all I know, I may not even live to see it." You release her hand and wrap an arm around her. Having picked up on being the small spoon from how you cuddled, she leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder with a deep sigh.

"But I promise you, it will happen someday. You will be happy."

She remains silent, and before long, the two of you have laid down to try to fall asleep for the night.