Twisted

A moment of clarity dawned on Cadaver as Redrum's words sank in. His heterochromatic eyes widened briefly before he collected himself, centering his thoughts. The weight of Redrum's past was profound and serious, uncovering a level of complexity in his character that Cadaver had only just begun to comprehend.

Cadaver spoke with a calm and collected tone, carefully choosing his words. "I didn't know about that," he began. "But let me tell you, what happened to you doesn't make you 'different'. It makes you stronger." His eyes locked onto Redrum's, brimming with unwavering conviction. "You've taken something that could have destroyed you and turned it into your greatest asset." He paused, then added with a steely resolve, “My only question, what happened to the cat that attacked you … and do we need to go kill it?” He finished, a grim seriousness settling over him. He was certain that the adults would have already neutralized it. But he also wasn’t opposed to going on a cat killing spree if it would make his friend feel better.

"Cadaver Nightwing"