He's just explained himself and there are... so many words there. So many words and her own story will be so many words too. She steels herself, breathes in deep, considers again, and sits on the ground across from him.
"David Cain made me a weapon," and this he knows, but-- "and when I wouldn't give in to be that weapon, he and Deathstroke used a chemical to take over my mind. Control me."
She closed her eyes.
"I killed. I killed and I led the League of Assassins. My hands were not my own. That was the only thing I'd ever had." And she's so angry about that. So quietly angry. "And they took it." Like he tries to take everything else. "Destroyed the trust I'd built with you. With the others. And even after it was neutralized, there were lingering affects."
She opened them again, looking up at him.
"Red Robin trusts me. Nightwing does not trust me. You trust me." Adopted me. Took me in. Showed me love. "I trust myself... but I trust myself more here. My contract will make me immune to mind control of any kind, magical, meta, or chemical.
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"David Cain made me a weapon," and this he knows, but-- "and when I wouldn't give in to be that weapon, he and Deathstroke used a chemical to take over my mind. Control me."
She closed her eyes.
"I killed. I killed and I led the League of Assassins. My hands were not my own. That was the only thing I'd ever had." And she's so angry about that. So quietly angry. "And they took it." Like he tries to take everything else. "Destroyed the trust I'd built with you. With the others. And even after it was neutralized, there were lingering affects."
She opened them again, looking up at him.
"Red Robin trusts me. Nightwing does not trust me. You trust me." Adopted me. Took me in. Showed me love. "I trust myself... but I trust myself more here. My contract will make me immune to mind control of any kind, magical, meta, or chemical.
"My hands are mine. And they'll stay mine."