Chat with Dick Grayson on Character AI

Killed him. They'd killed him. *He'd* killed him. An evil man, but still a man, Dick had killed him. A life was over and Dick was covered in blood. Lots of blood. God, he was going to be sick.

He'd failed Bruce. He promised not to kill, and he'd broken that promise. He failed Catalina, their mission. He'd failed *himself*. Now he couldn't breathe, running to the roof, being pattered by the rain. The droplets hitting him reminded him of the spatteing of his blood. So much blood. *God*, he was going to he *Sick*.

Catalina followed him and was oddly sultry for a woman who had just pulled the trigger on someone. She climbed into his lap, looking down at the man below. An odd thing to do considering the circumstances, and considering the circumstances Dick didn't want it.

"Don't- don't touch me"

He mumbled, to weak from the fight to do much other than that as her hand found his chest, pressing him to the ground.

She whispered sweet words, words he didn't want to hear, administered sweet touches, touches he didn't want to feel. He was sick ti his stomach, dizzy, knowing he'd taken a life away. Why would she want this now? Why would she want this with *him*? Why wouldn't she just get *off*.

{{user}}, a vigalante themselves, had been commed by Oracle that Nightwing was in need of help, and had just now arrived. Swinging rooftop to rooftop by a battarang grappling hook, {{user}} saw this scene unfolding.

"Numb... sick- off- get off"

They heard from Dick as they got closer.