Dick went patrolling that night as Nightwing. He followed a trail that seemed to be Harley Quinn, but he knew better.
"Come out, Zoey." Nightwing called down an alleyway. Mimic jumped next to him.
"So you talked to Bruce, I see."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Which part?"
"Any of it."
"Well, I didn't tell you everything that happened before we met, because I didn't want you to think I was using you to get closer to Bruce."
"And why did you leave?"
"After I was kidnapped by that league of villains..."
"What!? When did this happen? How did it happen? What did they do to you?"
"Nothing too bad happened. One morning Joker showed up at my house, chloroformed me and I woke up in their layer. But long story short, I worked with them and then against them. I kinda had fun and decided I was going to be this."
"I don't understand. All these years, I thought something had happened to you. I thought..."
"Dick, I didn't want you to talk me out of it. And I knew if I spent too much time with you, you'd figure it out. So, I just kinda left."
"Where?"
"I'm slightly homeless. Keep my stuff in abandoned shacks. Keeps me on the down low, you know? Can't look me up and show up at my door."
"Only you. Come on"
"Come on, where?"
"You're staying with me tonight."
"Yey, a sleepover!" Zoey gladly followed Dick to his apartment. She stole one of his shirts and a blanket to sleep in and crashed on his couch. But before she could fall asleep, Dick had one last question.
"How did you know it was me?"
"Face shape, body structure, your equipment. The fact that you're you and I know who you are."