Detective Comics #6: Phone a Friend

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Everything has gone wrong since I came back. Jason's alive and a killer. Selina has been in a coma for a month now since the exploding diamond. And this morning Dick was publicly proclaimed dead after Slade revealed his identity and publicly mutilated him. All that and still no leads on the Riddler.

 

I had to let it out, punch something. I went to my private training room and beat the dummy until my knuckles were covered in bruises. My communication phone buzzed in my pocket. "How did you get this number?" only the Bats have this number.

 

"Bruce it's me" a familiar voice answered.

 

"D-Dick? Jim publicly proclaimed you dead this morning. You're alive?"

 

"I told him to. My identity has been compromised. I would be a danger to you and everyone else. You can't tell anyone I'm alive. Not even Babs or Alfred."

 

"Dick. Barbara's been crying for hours. Right as her legs heel, this happens. She won't be able to handle your death much longer."

 

"Bruce you can't tell her. But the real reason I called was to tell you, Bruce Wayne needs to go public. Someone is going to piece it together. Bruce Wayne needs to publicly say that he had no idea about his ward being Nightwing. Be mortified to find out. You have to protect yourself."

 

"What do I do about Barbara?" I asked him.

 

"Have her convert her pain into a cause. A reason to come back rather than a reason quit. Gotham needs Batgirl." Dick said.

 

"Goodbye Bruce. I hope I see you again. "

 

"Dick wai-" but he was already gone. I could feel tears in my eyes.

 

'Covert the pain into cause' I thought. 'Convert the pain into cause'

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