Nightwing sat at the end of the short table. His hands were folded together, his elbows on the table, and currently acting as a perch for his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut making his mask wrinkle. For the past hour he'd endured rants and lectures at varying volumes from the others gathered around the room.

M'Gann was leaning back in her chair looking at her hands. Wally leaned against the far wall, refusing to meet any of the others' gaze. La'gaan and Connor were now competing to see who could yell the loudest at the other.

Dick sighed deeply, the sound unbearable, but at least for the moment they weren't focused on him. As he sat there, the noise began to fade away.

Better? M'Gann's voice was quiet inside his mind.

Yes. His response was hesitant.

They understand you know. M'Gann replied. Connor and La'gaan. They get why you did it. Angry is just their… default emotion when they don't know how to say what they really mean.

No. They're right to be angry. I knew this is how they would react. But there's nothing I can do about it now.

The plan worked. Telling anyone else would have put Artemis in more danger. You couldn't have done anything else.

Artemis was plan B.

M'Gann's reply came several minutes later. What? No one said anything about that.

No one else knows there was a plan A.