See, this is why I do the whole club-and-dance scene. Grab a mocktail, grab a cute person, and dance your worries and brooding away. And if that doesn't work...yeah, okay, sometimes you need a brooding space.

[There had been, after all, many a night where Bette had sat on the edge of her bed, hugging herself, looking down at her Flamebird costume, trying to figure out where she'd gone wrong. If she could ever go right. Those nights were the worst, and had led to many a midnight tennis training session with her automatic ball thrower. But she wasn't going to think about that now.

She sighs and lowers herself into a seat across from Jason. She's well aware that he's well unaware - or not, depending on how much Dick has told him, or if this is even the Dick from her reality or a reality similar to hers - of Bette's complicated history with Dick. Even more complicated, now that she knows that Dick Grayson and Nightwing - two separate crushes from two separate worlds - are one and the same.]

I'm not like usually at a loss for words - and I like usually never am around Nightwing - but this just feels different. More real and less real, you know? But I guess I can like break the ice by clarifying that I totally didn't like stalk him to an alternate reality. Which I'm sure he's like aware of, but still.