"You don't know the half of it," Nightwing retorted, leaning back and propping his feet up on the console, not so much in a relaxed pose as a thoughtful one, staring up at the cave ceiling.
"He tried to convince me to 'get some rest' and that the blackout would 'work itself out.' Something's going on, and whatever it is isn't just affecting him." He paused and looked over at Robin, clearly bothered, wanting to ask him something, but instead, "Not a single person tried to escape Arkham during the blackout."