The answer should be fast and easy, but he can't say it, can't say the
yes that he knows Crane expects. Nightwing looks away, beginning to
shiver as the sweat slowly begins to evaporate from his skin. No, he
doesn't hate him.
"Are you going to dose me?" he asks instead.
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