Dick, going back to being Nightwing after Bruce returns from the dead and is Batman again.
Pulling on the skintight suit, the striped gloves, the mask that didn't cover his whole head, it all felt right. He was never meant to be Batman. That was Bruce and Bruce alone. Leave the Bat to the Waynes of the family.
His stomach clenched at that thought. The look on Damian's face when Dick said he couldn't be his Batman anymore, that Damian had to work with Bruce now, still welled up before him. And it hurt. The look of betrayal, the devastation and anger in those stormy grey eyes, the fierce stiffening of the jaw-- so much like Bruce it stung-- as he decided he really didn't need Dick around.
Dick sunk down onto his bed, rubbing his face hard. Being Nightwing always felt so right, but now everything just felt wrong.