"I'll be back later with your dinner," Nightwing told X just before ushering Cake out into the hall and locking up the makeshift cell again.
He slipped the keys back into one of the compartments on his gloves and crouched down in front of Cake, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Sorry, kid, X doesn't have a bail. He did the crime, now he's doing the time, and that's that. But listen, can I trust you not to go in there again without my permission? It's for your own protection and if you can't promise me that then I'm not gonna be able to let you in to see him again."