Nightwing smiled, but in the alleyway she couldn't see it behind his face mask. The thought of her running up behind a mook and smacking him over the head seemed strangely appropriate. Gwen knew the danger she was getting herself into, there was no point in him trying to warn her about it.
"He's not happy about anything, Oracle. You could be keeping the streets so clean they fucking shine and it wouldn't be good enough." There was a time when the bitterness against the Bat had left Nightwing, but he always found a way to make it resurface.