"No, hey. Not rude at all. I'm not...you can ask me anything, or say anything around me, Atlee. I'm an open book." It took a lot of offend Bette, and she didn't mind people asking her questions. She had never really been the type to close herself off from people. "

"I did," she answered the question, reaching up and touching the picture. Her fingetips traced along the blue emblem that ran across Nightwing's chest. "And it was woefully unrequited." She helplessly shrugged at Atlee. "Maybe things would have been different if I were a fiery redhead instead of a bubbly blonde, who knows? But I'm trying to leave that in the past. Accept that some things will never be."