Dick didn't talk much as he watched the blonde talk, and describe just exactly she had planned. She clearly has had time to think about all of this in the solitude of her hospital bed for quite some time... And Dick was very unsure about this. "What you're asking us is to let you join a major crime organization so you can try and kill your father's most trusted men and women." Nightwing said flatly, Robin also shifted a bit. "This is pretty hard to believe, Miss Dent. And I know we are under new management and all, but we still don't like people getting themselves in danger for something that we can eventually do." Robin said with a softer tone in his voice, looking at Dick.

Is this how Bruce felt so many times? Is this how he felt when he picked up the newly orphaned kid on the streets, where he taught him so much more than just fighting? He still remembered the look on Bruce's face when he found out his secret identity so long ago... Why did Bruce Wayne put so much faith and trust into Dick Grayson, and all the others he took under his wing? Staring at Abbie right now, he couldn't help but keep these thoughts out of his head. What if he said yes? How long would it be until she was killed, or seriously injured because Nightwing signed her death sentence right here and now? What if she was just playing them, and working for Two-Face right now? 

But he remembered the first time he met Abbie. How she stumbled for her words. He remembered the party, playing pool in the Manor, and the kiss they shared just earlier tonight... "If you want to do this, you work on our terms." Nightwing said. "No killing. You find anything ground breaking, you tell us. You get in too much trouble, you find us. If you're lying to us, we will find out, and we have had very bad history with liars."

"And before anything... Think about just what you're doing. Once you start this, you will be an enemy to Gotham. The police won't be easy to you if they see your face. Your reputation, everything you've worked hard for in your life is over. There won't be going back." Nightwing's voice almost broke, but he kept his composure. 

"Wait." Barbara said in both of their ears. "We can't possibly do this. Does she even know how to defend herself?"

"Oh she knows how to do that..." Nightwing said under his breath. "But how much does she know?" Tim asked, looking at his friend. "Maybe we should--"

"No."

"Miss Dent, if you are really set on doing this, then you should get proper training. You know, with the big leagues. Luckily for you, Batman's most skilled and best student is standing in front of you." Robin said, not talking about himself. Nightwing glared at the man with venom. Were they seriously going to say that they are going to train her to fight?