Nightwing turned to look at Batman, but he was already gone, as if he was never been there in the first place. "...See you there." Nightwing grumbled, rolling his eyes at the masked million heir. 

~casually does a skip so they're all thereeeeeeee~

Nightwing pulled his masked off, tossing it onto a nearby metal work desk. He crossed his arms and leaned his back against the edge of the table. Bruce stood in front of the main computer, his back facing it. His cowl was pulled down to reveal a not-so-playful expression. Tim's mask was in hand. He noticed an out of uniform Damian standing close to his father. The nosy kid liked seeing Drake in the hot seat. After all, Damian wasn't Tim's number one fan. 

"...Well..." Tim started non-intelligently, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. "...Z and I sorta, you know, [i]did [/i][i]it[/i]." He said bluntly, looking down at the ground. He felt like all eyes were on him and Z. "No, I didn't want to do it. She used a set of powers that I didn't even know she had which made me do it." He looked at Z from across the room, frowning. "But I'm pretty sure she didn't want to do it either."