Red Robin felt himself become clearer, his eyes widening. "Y-You!" He shouted, pointing at Z, looking hurt. He looked over to his uniform and hobbled over, throwing it back on and running over to the edge of the roof, looking out at Gotham. Sparrow was no where in sight. "How could you?" He asked, looking back over his shoulder at Z. "Do you really care that little for people's feelings that you'd use them, hurt them?" He asked, his masked eyes watching her. He knew she was speaking and her eyes were diffrent, he knew that was right. But right now, he didn't care.

He really didn't.