Dick is sitting in a bar somewhere in Manhattan, he's nursing a glass of a clear liquid. He is wearing a combination of the clothes he was wearing when shot and the hospital gown. He is brooding.
Dick: *narrating* So, let me try to think of the upside. No one thinks I'm Nightwing anymore thanks to what Bruce did, I'm out of SPYRAL now that we shut it down, and I'm alive. Bad news is now I'm unemployed, and Bruce's little trick won't exactly fool everyone, plus they'll still think I'm hiding something. I'm broke, SPYRAL froze the accounts I was using; and I'm not crawling back to Gotham for a handout. For someone who wanted to catch up, Josep