Tell Me about Me...

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She'd think the request was ridiculous or egotistical if not for three things. The first was her powers - those which allowed her to sense the truth like her creator, Wonder Woman - could feel that he wasn't lying. The second reason was that she'd been there. She had been where Dick now sat at this very diner, wondering who she was and missing so much information about her past and identity. The third reason was that Nightwing rarely allowed himself the luxury of ego. If anything, he was a little too selfless. They had that in common.

"So," she breathed in an uneasy breath. "I brought the scrap book, the photo album...and me. Where do you want to start?"