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There was something enjoyable about the thrill of a fight. The sound of metal to metal and the rush of adrenaline in your veins. He never once thought he would become like this but now that he was here, he couldn’t go back. It was the smell of blood, metal, and the smoke the filled the air tonight. 

“Two more down,” he called, glancing at the elder. “How are you doing?”

His expression is cold-- but it softens slightly as he turns to look at the boy beside him ( his brother ), spinning a blade in the air before returning it to one of the many holsters on his chest. A quick glance around the room to inspect, giving a small nod. 

                   “ I guess, ” She’ll lower the arrow she’s examining, raise an eyebrow in his direction. “ Why are you so eager to hang out with me ?? Kid Mouth busy or something ?? ” Not that Robin never wanted to be around her, it just seemed like Wally was usually the more OBVIOUS choice….

Smirk doesn’t fade despite her response, simply answering with a shrug and leaning back onto his hands. She wasn’t wrong-- Wally was busy, with homework ( which Dick should probably be doing as well, oops ), but it wasn’t like she was just his fallback so he wouldn’t have to be alone. Artemis was actually pretty cool, and besides-- they went to the same school ( not that she knew that, oops again ).

Part of him is terrified. He knows it was a bad idea. He should have knocked but that wouldn’t prove his point, would it? If he had knocked, Tim would have either turned around and ran before Dick answered or Dick would have slammed the door in his face (or what he believed). There’s no way simply knocking was going to solve his problems.

Another part of him was jumping off the walls. He was meeting the Nightwing. Former Robin, even more former circus performer. He was trying his damned hardest not to ruin this for himself. But he kept having to bring his eyes back to Nightwing because wow he didn’t expect his taste in decorations. Maybe someone else decorated it. Hadn’t he gotten the rumor that him and Starfire were a thing? 

“Look, I’ll apologize first. I know breaking into your apartment was a bad idea but this is urgent,” he replied. He took another slow breath to try and calm himself. He felt his words rushing as he spook. “Ok, I’m Tim Drake. It probably means nothing but Batman really needs you right now, Dick.”

There’s a flicker of fear in his expression when the kid speaks up.

Just for a moment-- replaced with practiced ease by confusion. He briefly wonders what the hell his mentor has done now, but pushes those worries aside. Dick Grayson doesn’t know the Batman ( save for the few times when some new rogue thought they could kidnap Bruce Wayne’s ward ), and while the kid may have just made his heart leap into his throat, he isn’t going to let go of years of training, of secrecy so easily. Whatever made this kid suspect him ( realize the truth ), Dick would be sure to convince him otherwise. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

A step forward, expression now shifting towards anger. Free hand gestures-- half towards the door, half towards the kid standing just in front of it. He’s still got that escrima stick just behind his back. 

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“Well, hellooooo officer,”

 she whistled. She had already stuffed her “souvenir” into her bag. She was hoping to use the commotion to disappear but things were never that easy, huh? She’d just have to play it cool. 

“Y’know, it’s probably not a good idea to flirt with   the cops you’re trying to avoid.”

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Jason huffed and broadly leaned against Nightwing’s back as he was itching for a smoke. They’d been  watching  this warehouse for what felt like hours  now  and  the  younger was feeling  it  terribly. He  sighed  again,  louder  this  time as he tried to show  his  discontentment  about  the  whole thing.

He’s trying not to chuckle at the kid’s antics, he really is. 

Being a vigilante certainly wasn’t as glamorous as people   liked to think it was. A lot of it involved sitting and waiting--   which was hell for a kid, something Dick knew quite well. 

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❛ woah. talk about a wrong turn. ❜ jumping into an unguarded PORTAL in SPACETIME in desperate hope that loki may have sprung from it is definitely a bad idea.  she knew it was a bad idea, and she did it anyway, because verity is stupid when she’s hopeful.    the city she’s just walked into feels like the setting of one of the noir novels she’s been reading to fill the roaring gap left by loki’s eight-month-so-far disappearance.             her best friend’s disappearance.  it’s dark, it’s cold, and it’s hateful.      she thought manhattan was cutthroat. there’s only one other person on the street;      on a whim, verity decides to  take her chances and jog up to him with her arms crossed tightly  over  her chest.             being armed with the ability to detect lies is probably a good  defense mechanism in a place like this. ❛ hey, sorry, hi. weird question, but what city is this?   also, the country and year would be helpful.     i woke up and have no idea where or when i am. ❜

It’s rare that he travels through the city at night-- at least, rare to do so as Dick Grayson.

The streets are quiet, as to be expected. Most residents had enough sense to stay indoors once the dark loomed over the city. The only people out this late are the trouble makers, poor unfortunate souls ( like Dick ) who had places to be at stupid hours, and those who simply didn’t know any better.

Which is why he’s so caught off guard when he hears the footsteps catching up to him, and the voice ringing out behind him. Brows furrow as he tenses, taking a few more steps before turning ( one can never be too careful in Gotham ) and silently scanning her over. Her questions surprises him even more so, frowning as he looks over the surrounding area-- just in case something were to take him by surprise while he’s already distracted. 

“Uh-- jeez, must’ve been one hell of a nap.” 

Small chuckle, before offering a small smile.

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“Alfred said you’d be here. Are you okay?”

He should have realized someone would find him eventually ( if it were anyone though, he was glad it was Barbara ). He shrugs in response, a hand running through tousled hair, back still turned to her but casting a small glance over his shoulder.