Robin took a deep breath, and let it out. He set his heels at the edge of the chair, folded his arms on his knees, and thought.
What was different?
". . . yeah." he eventually agreed. "There is... something, I don't. . ." and there it was, gone again, and he frowned. Why couldn't he put his finger on it?
"I guess I'm. . ." Calmer? No, because this was still freaking him out. Then what...
His gaze drew across the coin on the console, gleaming unevenly in the electronic light. He'd put it scratched side down. "Two-Face... lost... the bad side, and Bruce..." no, that was too soon to tell. But there was another piece he'd forgotten about, brought to mind by the double-sided coin.
"Akito. In Jump. Said that Agito is gone, the half we met in Houston." There, that was easier, much easier to see than trying to work out what was wrong with himself. Or with... He swung a look back to Nightwing.