She nodded and watched him go from Dick Grayson to Nightwing in a matter of seconds. Under different circumstances, she would have hit on him or joked or said something. Words weren't easy now. And she didn't feel funny.
"Bye, Dick," she said. It felt a little... heavy and final. She hadn't meant it that way. "Have a goodnight," she added awkwardly. To her credit, she didn't turn or start running. She didn't want him to see her run out, think she was running from him. Even though she was, if even just a little bit.