Nightwing P.O.V.
Making sure no one was looking, I made my way across Blüdhaven's rooftops in broad daylight. As I headed in the vague direction of home, my eyes brimmed with tears that were threatening to fall. All I could think of was how close I came to death at Bruce's hands. The more I thought, the more I asked, did I really become that much of a failure? To Batman? To everyone? Unfortunately, the more I thought of an answer, the more I realized that I didn't have one. That put me in despair.
Robin P.O.V.
I was sitting at a table in the Watchtower's main hanger thinking about the last few dramatic hours. Questions arose as I thought. It seemed like the story Jason told was woven together too good. My suspicions arose when he went to give Batman a lecture. Something is different, weird about Jason.
Wait, what am I thinking. I don't even know Jason. He died before I met him. The only things I've heard about him were what the other heroes have told me. But still, there's something going on with him. He's hiding something, something big. Come to think about it, Nightwing must be in on it too. He and Jason must have sat down and decided which details to say and which to omit.
I suddenly stood up and went towards the Zeta tubes. I didn't respond to people's questions or look back as I went to the Zeta and punched in the code for Blüdhaven. I am going to find out the truth, no matter what.
Batman P.O.V.
I was beyond fuming. No amount of words will describe the anger I felt when I heard that Nightwing knew about Jason's resurrection before me. How dare he not tell me! I am his father and I was the one who went about on a rampage when he died, too caught in my grief to think of nothing else except how I could've helped Jason, made him a better fighter, a better detective.
Out of the corner of my eye, Alfred came in and placed a tray filled with cookies and coffee mugs. He didn't say anything to me, which must've been the wisest choice right then and there.
"Red Hood B-13" the Zeta announced.
"What the fuck were you fucking thinking!?" Jason yelled as he stormed into the Batcave.
I heard a clatter of silverware as Alfred choked out "Master Jason?" but Jason ignored him. I felt his glare on me but I didn't turn around.
"Aren't you going to answer my question?" he asked haughtily.I remained calm.
I remained calm as I answered, "He knew you were alive for a whole year".
"So? Aren't you grateful that I'm alive and not dead?"
That was the last strand. "A WHOLE YEAR! DICK KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE FOR A WHOLE YEAR!" I boomed, turning to face him. I felt my face turn red.
"I told him not to tell you!" he yelled.
Shocked, I looked at him quizzically. "Why?"
"Because you wouldn't understand!" Jason yelled. A moment of hesitation passed before he started ranting. "You wouldn't understand because you've never been emotional! When I was Robin, you never showed emotion as both Batman and Bruce Wayne. I grew up in a lonely place with a brother that I've never connected with and a father who didn't want to! So you'll never understand what it felt like to die in the way I did, to come back to life as part of a messed up way of saying sorry, the madness I was thrown into because of that. The anger after finding out you have been replaced, forgotten and with your murderer still out there" he stopped for breath. Then in a low tone, he said "So stop taking your anger out on Nightwing. Despite our past, I appreciate his help and the only person who's help actually means something to me. You will never know what I've experienced the past two years and will never know". Shocked, I watched as he put his helmet back on and went into the Zeta tube. But before stepping into it, he said "Alfred, we'll talk tomorrow," then went away.
I sat back into my seat with a groan, processing all the information I just received.
"Sir, I think it's best to explain things immediately" demanded Alfred, determination written all over his face. With a sigh, I told him the story, leaving out some details.
He kept silent during the entire thing. When I was done, he was deep in thought and remained so for about five minutes. Then tentatively, he said "Sir, I don't have much experience with the resurrected but I think it's best if you leave the boy for today. From the looks of it, he's been through a lot, especially in the last few hours. Tomorrow, talk to him but don't force him to". Then he left. Perhaps he is right.
Robin P.O.V.
I opened the window into Nightwing's apartment and was met with the stench of dirty laundry and stale beer. Frankly, that's all I saw too. There were empty beer bottles strewn throughout the entire apartment, some rather new, along with dirty laundry in the hamper and takeout still in the fridge.
'Alfred would flip if he ever saw this place' I thought.
"What are you doing here?" Startled, I turned around and came face to face with Nightwing, or rather Dick Grayson, in a white muscle shirt and sweats. He had his trademark sunglasses on and was uncharacteristically glaring at me. Even though I couldn't see it, I could still feel it.
"Aren't you going to answer my question?" he sneered. I must've looked taken back, as Dick's tense body immediately went slump before he sighed and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Look, I know you're worried and all, but I need some alone time to figure things out. I'll be okay, I promise" he stated seriously.
Suddenly asking for the truth seemed more dangerous than it was before thatI couldn't help but nod at his explanation. I figured that with Wally's passing and Jason's return, plus all the consequences that came with those things, he had the right to some alone time. But I decided that I wouldn't lay my suspicions to rest as I jumped out of Dick's apartment window and jumped across the Blüdhaven roofs. I'll just have to do some of my own research starting with Ra's al Ghul.