There was no mistake. Barbara hasn't been wrong before. Her father had to be Dent! There was too many coincidences, too many facts, and the more he thought about it, the more Abbie defended the man he could only think of as Two-Face, images came through as if flashing before him. As much as he wanted to, he could never forget that night. It was years ago, back when Dick was a boy. He wasn't known as Nightwing back then, he had another title. Robin, The Boy Wonder. 

[i]The courtroom was dark. Rain hit the windows hard that night, more than usual in Gotham. It was long abandoned ever since Harvey Dent lost his case here, and had to have extensive surgery. But tonight it was lively. The room was no longer filled with chairs and desks, but now a large stage area in the back of the room, with two hanging posts. Two men had a noose around their necks, but were held up by a small metal pole at their feet. One was the newest District Attorney in Gotham. His sobbing was muffled by the duct tape around his mouth, his face full of fear. Next to him was the Dark Knight himself, Batman. The two of them stared at the man pacing back and forth. The man was tall, lean, and if half of his body wasn't horribly burned, he would have been handsome. 

One half of his face had tan skin, dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smirk... The other side of him had little skin, and what was left of it was burned horribly. His eye socket was exposed, his lips and cheeks were no more, and it gave a horrible impression of a frown. "Well Batman? Where is he? Your little side kick." The man named Two-Face said, flipping a coin casually, a silver magnum in his other hand. "He'll be here." Was what Batman replied. Dent didn't put duct tape on his mouth only so they could have a conversation. It wasn't Batman's plan to get caught by Harvey, but his options were not limited. "You wanna see bet?" Harvey Dent replied, holding up his infamous coin. 

As the two were talking, Robin very quietly balanced himself on an exposed rafter, observing the scene. When Bruce was taken, Dick was able to easily follow the three in to the courthouse. At this time Dick was not as experienced. He spent two years as Batman's sidekick, and he felt invincible for most of it. The two of them were an unstoppable crime fighting force, and it went to Robin's head. So he was overconfident. And thought he had the perfect solution. Robin took out a batarang from his utility belt. He knew Bruce could escape from this trap given time, this wouldn't be his first time he was getting hanged. So Robin took aim at the District Attorney.

Robin threw the batarang, it easily flying through the air with a soft whistle as it soared and then made contact with the rope suspending the DA. The man fell to the ground, letting out a shocked cry. Both Batman and Two-Face looked in the direction the batarang came from, and before Robin could jump down, he looked at the horrible grin on Harvey Dent's face. Robin forgot a very important thing about Harvey: He was OBSESSED with the number 2. As the man started to get up, there was a large tick, and then the floor underneath the man gave in, and the DA fell in to what sounded like water. His hands were tied, his mouth covered, and God knows how deep the horrible trap was, or what was in the tank.

Robin watched in horror as he knew he screwed up, a gunshot went off, and Dick Grayson fell from the rafter, and hard on the ground. Dick's arm hurt, he was dazed, and now a hand was pulling him up from his hair. "A harsh mistake, Birdie." Two-Face said with a growl, looking over at Batman. "Looks like he does take after you. Both messing up tonight..." He looked back at Robin, then at Batman again, an evil grin on his face. "Heads I let you go... Tails... You'll both suffer." He said quietly as he flicked his thumb up, the silver coin glistened in the air before landing back in Dent's hand. He looked at it, and gave a sinister smile yet again. 

He pulled out a switchblade with his free hand, still holding the dazed Robin. Batman eventually broke free of his bonds after watching hopelessly as Harvey Dent tortured Robin. He cut him, punched him, tossed him down and kicked him. He kept screaming that this was fair, that fate had a twisted way of getting revenge. Harvey Dent was arrested that night with little injuries... But Dick was not. He felt weak, useless, scared. This was his first major mistake, and it cost him so much more than a gunshot wound and scars. [/i]

His mind snapped back, the scene only seconds in his mind. He looked up at her yet again, not knowing that the image brought a deadly glare to his face. He wasn't mad at her. Maybe she truly didn't know... If she knew who her dad truly was she might be willing to help. It has been years since that night happened, and Dick would never admit it, but that still hurt him. He would wake up in the middle of the night with the thought of that night. If she knew how much pain Harvey Dent did to Dick Grayson...

"You work as a reporter at the Gazette." Dick finally said to her as she finished. "Why don't you do some research of your own? Harvey Dent. There's your first lead." And with that, Nightwing pressed a button on his belt, Abbie's car roaring to life, and he walked towards his own vehicle, and without another word, he drove off quickly.