Controlling? [That didn't....sound like Robin-- Nightwing. Whatever. This was all so muddled and confusing, so Steve decided what he wanted to do first was sit back and think about this. It was heavy information to take in, after all.
He wanted to talk to Nightwing, too. His side of this was important. It wasn't as if Steve didn't trust Dick, but he trusted Nightwing too. He had to handle this delicately, and getting both sides of things seemed like the most reasonable thing to do first.
Something else was nagging at his mind, too, and he had a feeling his instincts were right, but he wasn't going to bring any suspicions up just yet. For now, he was going to put Dick's mind at ease and do what he felt he needed to do in this situation.]
I'll see what I can do. This Nightwing, he trusts me. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. [Doing what, he didn't say. But if what he was wondering was true, then...well, he had to plan his next moves carefully.]
It's a long story, but there was... another Robin, after him, who was murdered on the job. He didn't take it well.
[The best way to present a lie is to start from the truth, and embellish. Genuine facts lend verisimilitude.
And the other way to really ensure the lie goes undetected is to not bog it down with unnecessary details. To not make it seem rehearsed or prepared.]
I think he just snapped one day. He didn't want to ever feel that impotence again.
[A little sincerity and empathy sneaks into his voice, to his chagrin. He'll play up the fear again later, but his foster brother was a tender memory even to him. He hadn't been any use to him, not like Bruce Wayne, but not having to use him for his own gain had allowed Dick to develop affection for him.]
So he went down the other road, and hasn't looked back. He's not going to stop until he's running this place so that no one will be hurt like that again.
Voice;
No. No, that...that can't be right. I know him. He's not a bad guy.
[Something just isn't adding up. Robin-- Nightwing was a supervillain?]
Voice;
Something happened, and he got very... controlling.
Voice; tl;dr OOPS
He wanted to talk to Nightwing, too. His side of this was important. It wasn't as if Steve didn't trust Dick, but he trusted Nightwing too. He had to handle this delicately, and getting both sides of things seemed like the most reasonable thing to do first.
Something else was nagging at his mind, too, and he had a feeling his instincts were right, but he wasn't going to bring any suspicions up just yet. For now, he was going to put Dick's mind at ease and do what he felt he needed to do in this situation.]
I'll see what I can do. This Nightwing, he trusts me. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. [Doing what, he didn't say. But if what he was wondering was true, then...well, he had to plan his next moves carefully.]
Voice; no no i love it
[The best way to present a lie is to start from the truth, and embellish. Genuine facts lend verisimilitude.
And the other way to really ensure the lie goes undetected is to not bog it down with unnecessary details. To not make it seem rehearsed or prepared.]
I think he just snapped one day. He didn't want to ever feel that impotence again.
[A little sincerity and empathy sneaks into his voice, to his chagrin. He'll play up the fear again later, but his foster brother was a tender memory even to him. He hadn't been any use to him, not like Bruce Wayne, but not having to use him for his own gain had allowed Dick to develop affection for him.]
So he went down the other road, and hasn't looked back. He's not going to stop until he's running this place so that no one will be hurt like that again.