Pushing too far

Getting it together

Whole voice: yeet

Dick sighed as he laid on the bench in the cell, looking at the ceiling. After a very quiet and peaceful night, Nightwing had gone silent. He said he just needed time, but Dick had a feeling it was more than that. He'd cried while thinking about Wally. Nightwing never cried.

"Wing? You there? I just want to make sure you're ok." "Yeah, I'm here. Sorry for going silent, I'm just used to having something to occupy my thoughts when I'm not fighting." "It's ok. How about we talk? If anything starts to bother you, or get too close to a topic you don't like, we can change it." Dick waited in silence for about ten seconds, when Nightwing responded. "…Ok."

"When I mentioned Wally, you got really emotional, even for a normal person. Did I strike a nerve, or what? What happened?" "I'm…not used to talking about Wally. That's your thing, and when we finally talked about him, it just felt like the wall I'd put up to protect myself crashed down. Wally's the one thing that really gets to me. You know the villains don't really affect me anymore." "Really? They creep me out."

Nightwing chuckled. "Yeah. Anyway, why are you so…persistent when it comes to talking about him?" "You don't really allow me to talk to anyone besides us. The only person left to talk to us you, but you keep cutting me off. Since I started pushing, you started answering more. I just need someone to talk to, and right now you're the only one I have." "You could've just told me that. I would've let you talk with Bruce, or Roy." "You threatened to take over the first time Roy came to talk to me!" "In my defense, he did drug you."

Dick smiled. "I suppose that is true. So, why don't you ever let me take over one night?" "Dick, I exist because you needed someone to take over hero stuff." "While I thought about what happened with Wally." "Either way, you needed someone, and that was me. If you start taking over again, I die." "You don't die. You fuse with me, remember?" "Isn't it the same thing? I'm not one person anymore, and neither are you." "Maybe that's a good thing. We're one body, not two. We're not meant to be multiple people. It's only causing trouble for us, and those around us."

Nightwing didn't respond. "Just think about it, ok? I'm not asking you to make any life or death decisions, I'm asking you to go back to what we were. When we were happy, and people loved us for being who we were." "But then Wally died, and we were hated. We were shunned, exiled, basically told to die." "And people were still grieving. What if they want us back, the way we were? Not split into this. It's a war, Nightwing, no matter how well we act like it isn't. We're both trying to get control of the body, when we need to work together."

"Dick, how do we know they still want us back?" "They came for us. Batman and Roy came to find us, to bring us back. What if they were sent by the League? The team, even? It's a chance we have to take. A leap of faith. We have to trust they want us." "And if they don't?" "Then we go back to Blüdhaven, and you can tell me 'I told you so.' but they'll be expecting the Nightwing they knew, and we need to be that way. Please?"

"How are we even supposed to go back? I mean, there's no cure for multiple personality disorder." "Not when it was forced upon you. But when you choose it? You just gotta work together." "We'll go back to being the way we were for one day. If it doesn't work, if they don't want us, we go back to the way we are. If it does, we can go back." "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me." "I've got an idea. You talk to Roy, see if he'll let us. I figure he likes you more than me." "The first time he met you, you shut him down before he could even start. You aren't exactly the friendliest person. You're getting better, though."