[Text | Nightwing]

[totwistandturn]

Persephone has been mulling over this idea for days since her last conversation with Ro -- no. Apprentice. It's Apprentice now, isn't it? Something horrible had happened, is happening, and here she is, sitting on the fire escape of her Nexus flat like some helpless, lost human, broken hearted over petty wordsClutched within her hand is a PINpoint,

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[knightflown]

Ominously, it takes more than a few minutes for Nightwing to respond. He's tucked away in a safe house recuperating out from under Batman's eye, brooding.

We do. But I have to rethink my strategy, given my failure. What can I do for you?

[totwistandturn]

His failure? Her frown deepens and she takes a shaky breath, suddenly aware of how out of the loop she's been in the Nexus.

I wanted to speak with the Titans and see if they would help. What happened?

[knightflown]

That would really help.

There's a long pause before he sends the next part.

I tried to reach them myself. Slade intercepted the messages.

[totwistandturn]

Oh fantastic.

Is that why I can't reach Robin anymore? Are you okay?