Bette follow's Atlee's gaze to the group of Arsenal's Titans, her eyes sweeping over the team. It's one of the teams she wasn't on. Big surprise. Bette had always been one of the last ones chosen.

A question died at Bette's lips with Atlee noted the thing about Nightwing. Consciously, her hand went up to the burnished hawk emblazoned across her chest. "It's funny," she said. "When I first chose my codename - Flamebird - I didn't think it would ever end up tying up to him. Even though, you know. I liked him. And then he went from being Robin to being Nightwing, and suddenly a connection was born. Nightwing and Flamebird were Kryptonian heroes."

A shadow flickered over Bette's eyes. "Not that Nightwing ever really wanted to give me the time of day. Or night." There was no bitterness to her voice. Some sadness, yes, and some wistfulness. "When this look was designed...well. I didn't think about the similarities. But I knew the name had to go, you know? Nightwing and Flamebird was never going to happen. I had to become something else. Something more." Something that didn't carry the weight of all of her failures as a hero and a Titan.

"I hope maybe this time I can prove myself." She smiled, then, and shook her head. "Sorry. This got a little heavy. But it always does with him."