She looked down at her feet and frowned as Bruce went through the list of Robins and Batgirls. She'd seen a 'one at a time' pattern and deemed it somehow important; now she felt foolish to find out it had never been an issue.
She felt him stroke her hair, his voice softening. "Went to her," she muttered. "Talked. Couldn't get words out. Too angry. Get away. Needed to. Went to Doug."
She had to smirk a bit, considering he'd said there was nothing to be gained by running away. "He learned ... my language."