It wasn't working. More specifically, it was malfunctioning. Even more specifically, the silence generator that was supposed to turn on and off was stuck on on. Now, this wasn't actually that big a problem for me on the average day. The problem was Nightwing asked me to vocally report once a month over my wrist computer. It was kind of impossible with the silence generator. I couldn't take off my lower mask. Basically, I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Then again, my silence generator was malfunctioning in more than one way. It had previously been programmed to silence what I said in foreign languages, since it was usually cursing. Now, I could speak in any of them I wanted. The problem again being that the second I spoke in one of them, Nightwing could have a sudden realization that I was who I was. Then again, it hadn't happened yet. I could always explain the problem in the foreign language, and hope he didn't demand I get pulled out until the generator was removed. The truth was to easy though. This was me we are talking about.
