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It was a stormy night, rain was beating down at the ground causing a strange uncomfortable dampness to stick to the air. At the time, Bruce was sitting in his favorite cushy chair by a roaring fire, reading a rather thick looking book. His eyes ran up and down the orange pages illuminated by the firelight.

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Alfred had always been rather fond of rain storms... Not because of the weather itself but because Master Bruce and all of the robins would choose to stay inside and usually would stay together. Alfred smiled To himself as he continuted making a simple cup of tea.

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The rain caused Lucy's clothes to stick to her skin like a body suit, while blood soaked her shirt on her left side. Clenching her teeth she continued through the rain, her hand pressed against her bleeding side. Lucy was beginning to feel dizzy but she didn't have time to stop... She was told that if she made it to Wayne Manor she would find help there...


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Cassandra Cain​

Lightning struck again, and Cassandra blinked owlishly at what she could see of it through her drop stained window. She hadn’t always liked thunder storms, hadn’t really had an opinion until Bruce had come to her on a night eerily similar to this, and they had watched the storm together in silence. Now whenever one rolled around she tried to slow down for just a moment, and appreciate the deadly precision of each lightning strike.

Perched on her bed, she shivered slightly at the roll of thunder, mere milliseconds after it's flash of origin. The power behind it was huge. Like Superman. But more angry. Like Bruce. Sometimes, only. Her toes fidgeted under her curled up legs, a warning sign of oncoming boredom. Her shoulder still hurt from a recent dislocation. It throbbed. She wished she was on patrol.

Timothy Drake​

Tim wished he wasn’t on patrol. Honestly, it was the worst possible night to have been stuck with it. No ongoing cases to work on, no villains wandering Gotham’s alleys, and conditions too dangerous for any criminal with half a brain to be out evil-doing. Tim was bored out of his mind, soaked to the skin and so cold he could feel it wearing on his bones. Though, that could have been his barely-healed ribs.

He deliberated for a moment going back to manor, but decided against it. Bruce was unpredictable at his best, and didn’t often allow his younger charges to patrol alone, regardless of what had happened after Batman’s ‘death’. If Tim had returned and Bruce deemed his duties shirked, he would be both humiliated and possibly benched from solo patrol. Damian would use it against him relentlessly. Dick would be disappointed. Cass would shake her head.

He wasn't paranoid, no matter what Cassie said. He was just prepared. A realist.

So, he swung through the city until he found a relatively dry perch, sheltered under a snarling gargoyle. That had to be some sort of metaphor. Most things in Gotham were. Wiping the water off of his face, he wriggled until as comfortable as humanely possible. Then, he waited.

 

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The sound of a fist making contact with wood sounded out throughout the enclosed gym, which usually acted as the often used training and exercising area of Wayne Manor; the one that was in the actual house anyway. The sound of the punch was soon followed by the sound of many more sequential blows, all of which were in a well timed and controlled pattern. Dick Grayson, the former ward and now adopted son of Bruce Wayne, was training in the gym of the mansion that he currently resided in. It was a cold, rainy night, the pattering of the rain and crashes of thunder faintly audible from even the gym. Since it wasn't the most optimal night for patrol, and things seemed relatively uneventful in Gotham anyway, Dick was using his free time to blow off some steam by training a little. He was aiming a volley of blows at a wooden training post, expertly blocking all the protruding sticks that swung around from different angles to whack him.

Dick continued to do this exercise for a while, doing it mostly in order to hone his reflexes. Even though he went through the exercise with ease, there was a certain tension and seriousness to his expression that indicated that he was concentrating on his current task, without letting his attention be diverted. He wore light clothes, such as a loose t-shirt and jeans, since having on any heavier clothes while training would not be the most comfortable thing. The sounds of punching and blocking the wood faded into a predictable and comfortable muddlement of noise after a time, and all other trivial thoughts became less of a priority as he focused on the sequence of blocking the wood panels, and nothing else. Eventually, after Dick had expelled some energy, he stepped away from the wooden post with a breath of relief, before going over to one of the shelves of the room and grabbing a towel.

Once wiping a bit of the sweat of his face off with a towel, the young man let out a small exhale of satisfaction, pleased that his exercising session had gone pretty well so far. At least it was something to be doing this, even though fighting crime would have been a better option. He had considered going outside and just going out on patrol despite the rain, as he had endured going out during storms like this in the past, but it probably wouldn't do that much good to do so anyway unless actual word of a crime came up. He turned back to survey the gym, a thoughtful frown on his face. It would still be a while until he got all of his energy out, and it would be better to at least be doing something somewhat useful and productive rather than nothing at all.

Dick began contemplating what he should work on next, until his gaze fell on the small trapeze that had been set up at one end of the room. Bruce had set it up a long time ago, partly for Dick's own personal training when he was Robin and needed to get reacquainted with heights and trapezes, and now it was just for general use. He wouldn't mind a chance to focus on practicing his acrobatics again, if only for a little while. A faint sparkle appeared in Dick's blue eyes as he threw the towel haphazardly to the ground, and started heading to the trapeze.
Once a Flying Grayson, always a Flying Grayson, after all.​

 

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Pain rippled through Lucy's side as she continued to fight the rain. For once, she felt like just curlying up in an alleyway and just bawling... But she didn't have time for that. For a breif moment, Lucy leaned against a wall, taking in deep breaths aa she watched the rain.

Lightning flashed, and suddenly a building with several gargoyles lit up, one having none other then Tim Drake hiding underneath one, trying to escape the rain. Startled by the sudden sight of another human being, lucy nearly let out a screech but covered her mouth in time. Tim hadn't seen her right? She prayed he hadnt seen her. The last thing she needed was to be taken to a hospital by some "hero".

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Timothy Drake​

Lightning lit the dark night for a brief moment, and Tim took the time to survey what he could see from his perch. Sure, he was nearly certain that the night would be quiet (with human activity. The rain, however, was thunderous), but he was a Bat and would do his job, as senseless as it may seem.

Imagine his surprise when he caught sight of unmistakably human figure, slumped against the wall in the streets a small way below.

As the accompanying thunder shook the city, Tim pulled his legs beneath him into a crouch, squinting into the darkness. Gothamites were insane - completely, ridiculously insane - but no civilian would be nonchalantly resting against a wall in the middle of a storm like this. There was a possibility his mind was seeing what wasn’t there, but it wasn’t a risk he could take. He’d have to investigate.

In the cover of the pitch-black night, he dropped from the single story building to the ground. Cursing again that his night vision filter was rendered useless in such downpour, he waited, taunt and prepared, for another flash of lightning.

When it came, he abandoned his defensive stance, and moved nearer towards the form. Still careful, but not on high alert, he waved a hand through the inky black to attract her attention. What he had initially taken to be a casual slump was now more obviously a pained one. Perhaps it was a victim.

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Duke.​

Duke lay on a workbench, underneath a mixture of loose metal parts that roughly resembled a motorcycle. Grease flowed down his cheek, dripping onto the concrete floor beneath him. He'd been working on the Signal-Cycle- he definitely needed a new name for it, for hours on end. Unlike conventional motorcycles, the difficult part of Duke's contraption had been the extra flare he hoped to install, though he definitely wouldn't be going to any of the other Robins or even Bruce for help, Duke saw himself as a growing man, and with adulthood came independence. He couldn't rely on Bruce forever. Dropping the screwdriver onto the concrete under him, Duke used his hands to push him forwards, the workbench wheel's squealing as they advanced. His white shirt had been stained with brown motorcycle oil, and what he assumed was a mixture of dirt and mud. None of the parts used for the cycle were Bruce-given, but instead he'd went out to scrap yards for what to use. Standing up in admiration though, the cycle didn't seem half bad. A yellow body, with black etchings as well as yellow "horns" on the head of the motorcycle, the reflective black insignia of a Bat was set on the front. Duke revved the bicycle once more, the basic controls, acceleration, speed, and most of the essential needs had been fulfilled, all that remained were the missiles, guiding systems, lasers. "Ha, hopefully it all fits." Duke thought to himself, dusting himself with an old rag. He dropped the rag beside his contraption, pulling on the black tarp that lay at his feet as he hauled it onto the vehicle.

"One day..." He said to himself as he made his way up from the garage.

Duke could hear the huffing and puffing from a nearby room, slowing his pace as he came down the hall. He peaked his head into the room, it'd been Dick practising in the gym. Duke crossed his arms, smirking as he watched him on the trapeze. "You're sounding a ruckus, Dick. I could hear you from downstairs." He removed the oil stained shirt, only skin revealed in his upper body. Duke had a very healthy frame, he was tall, strong and muscled, with pecs and biceps that stood out. His skin was toned due to the amount of muscle hidden underneath, a product of harsh daily physical exercise. With a leap, his hands wrapped around the gym bars, a lot higher than what you'd find in an average gym. He skipped from bar to bar as he watched Richard on the trapeze. "I'm not as flexible as you guys so don't judge." He warned with a harsh smile.

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For a while Dick was completely engrossed in his practice, only letting the squeaking of the trapeze bar register in his ears as he leaped from one bar to the next overhanging one, letting out a grunt as his hands quickly enclosed around the bar with an iron grip. It wasn't that he was completely unaware of his other surroundings, it was just that he did not divert his attention to anything else unless he needed to. Swinging on the trapeze did feel the slightest bit odd to him, as if a small tingle was running down his spine, letting him know that something was wrong about this. He supposed that he just couldn't get it out of his head completely, the sickening snap of the wire that he heard even over the roar of the crowds; the trapeze act that ended up being his family's last. Yet here, in the safe, pleasant working conditions of the well lit gym, there was no need to dwell on such memories. The ground was hardly as far from the trapeze as it had been then, and he could easily catch himself even he did fall. Bruce had made Dick train on the trapeze in order to accept what happened and get over his fear, and in hindsight, he was pretty glad that the other one had done so.

Even though some small thoughts lingered in the back of his mind, he did his best to push them away in favor of concentrating on the rush of the air against his face, and the feeling of freedom that came from flipping and swinging through the air. Of course, it wasn't the same to do such acrobatic feats in the open air where it felt almost as good as actually flying, as it was to do such things in an enclosed gym. He wasn't complaining though, as it still was a rather relaxing sort of procedure as he let his thoughts fade into the background. Suddenly, Dick was promptly interrupted from these thoughts by the sound of footsteps in the doorway, and before long, a voice. He listened to the approaching voice as he perched on one of the bars, immediately recognizing it to be Duke's. His expression didn't immediately show a reaction as the other one commented about how much noise he had been making, though soon a wry smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he made
another flip from one bar to the other. "Sounds like I'll have to start practicing stealth next then." He said this in a certain casual, lighthearted way. Dick continued his exercises as he heard Duke slip off his shirt, and go to the bars to practice as well. He wouldn't mind company at the moment anyway, and it was certainly not uncommon for two to be training at once in the gym.

As the other one made a rueful comment about not being as flexible as the others, Dick froze while hanging midair from the trapeze bar in order to glance Duke's way. He didn't pause for too long, but as he turned his head to peer in the other one's direction, his gaze was a supportive and approving one. "You seem to be doing just fine to me." The young man gave a light shrug as he resumed his acrobatic routine, his tone of voice indicating his overall relaxed mood. "Besides, we all have our strengths." He nearly rolled his eyes while saying this, as that was something Bruce would often recite in such situations. Nevertheless he simply said this in a casual and absent-minded way rather than being too preachy or serious about it. As Dick did a handstand on the bar, poised perfectly straight as he did so, he stole a quick glance at the splattered and stained shirt that had been discarded a few minutes earlier. As he swung down from that position, he soon made a conversational comment about it. "Been working on your bike down there again?" A hint of amusement entered Dick's tone, as he couldn't help but add a bit of lighthearted sarcasm to his comment as he usually did. "Or was it raining oil out there as well as mud?"

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Duke.​

Duke softened his hold on the bar, using his lower ab to force his body forwards. In a concentrated motion, he was able to conduct his body forwards, releasing the bar as his body floated upside down for a moment. He'd basically switched the direction he was facing during a slip as his hands fixed once again onto the bars, his body sliding back down onto it. He pulled at his arms, lofting his body into the air this time before landing in a sitting position on the metal bar. "Besides, we all have our strengths." Duke laughed at that one, it seemed that with every passing moment, Dick was becoming more and more like Bruce. "That's definitely something Bruce would say." He commented before dropping down off of the bars. He moved towards the weights, a little further away from Dick. Laying onto the benchpress, Duke had his hands firmed around the rod of the weights. Pushing his arms up, his veins popped as he gritted his teeth, thrusting the 800lbs. dumbbell into the air above him. He locked his shoulders before letting it bounce back onto the holders. He repeated the action as he spoke to Dick. "Yeah, the bike's coming book. Got a lot more done than I'd expected." He responded, before hearing the ending to Dick's comment. "It really was, weather down there sucks." Duke joked with a cheerful smile.

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Lucy's eyes were still stuck on where Tim had been sitting underneath a gargoyle before.
"...." Lucy squinted through the darkness, suddenly unable to see the crouching figure below the stoned beast. Her heart stopped for a second, and she carefully glanced around her to if she could spot the hero.

A strong hand waving through the darkness caught her attention and she took several deep breaths to stay calm, which only hurt her wounded side more. Maybe she could throw him back and stun him while she got away...? No... No using her weird power thing would only make it worse... What if she ran? Sure she was slower then him but she had no better option... Trying to talk to him was out of course.

Slowly, Lucy stood as though she were going to talk to him, but she quickly bolted ignoring the screaming pains in her side. Tears ran down her cheeks from the pain but she couldn't stop now. Not after she ran.

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Damian frowned slightly as he walked down to the gym, not knowing that Duke and Dick were down there. He wasn't really viewed as 'strong' like the other's were, because everyone thought that he was " a little kid ". And he hated that name. His blue eyes glistened a bit as he stood in the doorway of the gym, looking at the two conversating together. He didn't want to interrupt them, so he tuned on his heel and he ran back up the stairs. He didn't really mind whether or not it was raining outside. Rain actually soothed him in the slightest. He ran past both Bruce and Alfred and he went outside, the rain immediately hitting his black hair. His hair somewhat draped over his eyes, so he moved it out of the way, before running up, and jumping onto buildings carelessly, soon ending up on a roof. He sat there, his legs dangling over the edge, and he swayed them side to side. He sighing, putting his cape over his head, so his cape got wet and not his hair. He looked out into the distance. He knew the peacefulness wouldn't last for long. He played with a batarang and shifted it in between his fingers and he hummed quietly.

 

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Timothy Drake​

In retrospect, anticipating the figure would attempt to flee probably should have occurred to Tim. It was late at night, pitch dark and stormy and in the back streets of Gotham. If they were a citizen or a victim, they’d just been ambushed by a shady figure in a domino mask. If they were a villain, they’d just been ambushed by a shady figure figure in a domino mask. In Gotham. Gotham.

And yet years of experience had him poised for an attack, not a pursuit. That...that said something about his chosen profession.

He was faster than they were. Whether it be that they weren’t trained, or whether it be that their injuries were impeding them. Either way, he was in front of them before he could lose them in the night. In one fluid motion, with an arm latched tightly on their forearm, he attempted to yank them sideways, off of the street and into the shelter of one of Gotham’s many abandoned buildings.

 

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Lucy let out a strangled yelp as she was suddenly yanked into the shelter of one of the nearby buildings. Hell no. She had gotten this far, she was not about to be beaten by some extra hero.

Without really thinking about her actions, Lucy quickly lowered her head and bit into Tim's skin tight suit causing a small flash of pain. It was a stupid action on Lucy's part but she was stating to panic and wasn't 100% ready to use her last possible choice.

While Tim was hopefully confused by her strange actions, Lucy tried to shove him away and reached out blindly for the exit, only to double back in pain as her side seared in hot pain, causing several dark crimson red drops to fall to the floor from the unprotected wound.

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Timothy Drake​

“Ow!” Tim exclaimed, shaking out his hand in mild annoyance. “What the hell? Did you bite me?”

Unfortunately, with siblings like his, that wasn’t an entirely new experience.

But regardless, it was strange. His hold on them had hardly been inescapable. If they were a villain, or a vigilante, why would they have resorted to that?

Pushing his confusion to the side of his mind, Tim returned his attention to the figure, and a flash of understanding washed over him when he, in the dim light, registered that it was definitely a she. Ah. A strange figure had tried to force her into an abandoned building late at night when she was alone. Perhaps biting wasn’t such an outlandish move after all.

After a few stumbled steps, she hunched over, holding her side. Some unmistakable red droplets splattered on the floor. Habit had Tim moving towards her immediately, but reason had him pause a small way off, hands raised uncomfortably. “Oh. Oh, uh, you’re bleeding. I could...should I bring you to a hospital? Is it bad, I mean?”

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Lucy froze and looked at him, her blue eyes wide as dinner plates.
"No- no hospital," she gasped, her hand tightening around her wound.
"j-just let me leave I'll get my own help," she tried to straighten up but her body seemed to be rebelling.

Her eyes locked in with his, and she stared at him. Could she trust him? He was a hero after all...
"I need to get to Wayne Manor... I know it sounds crazy but I have my own reasons." Lucy hesitsted, before carefully lifting her shirt to where her wound was revealing what looked like deep scratches from some ungodly sized animal.
"If we go to the hospital they won't understand how I got this, and they'll ask questions. The more questions they ask the more suspicion will rise and the greater chance that both of our lives will be jeopardized," she glowered at him with a harsh glare.

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Timothy Drake​

Tim rolled his eyes when she denied help. Typical Gothamite. They were all so prickly. Just once he’d like to have someone say ‘Why thank you, Red Robin. It was awfully kind of you to save me from those muggers, and I understand and appreciate that you’ve been shot and just want to cart me off to the proper authorities and be done with it.’

Wishful thinking.

Their eyes met for a moment - he was briefly reminded of Dick’s own baby blues - and then he moved his attention to the extent of the crass gouges on her side. It was a unique injury. Man-Bat, possibly. Or Ivy’s vines. Or maybe, considering the things she was saying, something less typical.

“What connection do you have to the Waynes?” He asked evenly, careful to keep his curiosity hidden under a growled tone. “And I’ll need to know what did that to you.”

He met her glower with a stern glare of his own. “I am Red Robin. I am here to help you, and I am not an enemy.”

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Cassandra Cain​

Her little brother was upset. Cass reached the bottom of Wayne Manor’s lovely staircase in time to see him bolt past, not noticing her or not acknowledging her. His shoulders were bunched and his fists were clenched and she didn’t need to read him much to know that he was sad.

She followed him.

He ran through the night, into the city. Cass wasn’t wearing her uniform, but she didn’t think it would matter much because they were staying high off of the ground and it was too dark and blurry to see so far away, even with eyesight like her own. He flew carelessly, before settling on the edge of a rooftop. Her lips quirked slightly. It seemed sulking on a rooftop in the dark was more common in their family than most.

She approached him from behind, tapping his hood - raised against the rain - lightly to alert him to her presence. She knew he didn’t take surprises very well.

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damian !

Damian gasped as he raised his shoulder a bit, and his expression softened as he put his legs up on the building and he turned around. The wind blew enough to take the cape off of his head where he had it. He stood up, still not matching her height. He was close to falling off the building, not like he cared much about that either. "It's just you." He said quietly, dusting himself off as he put his batarang back. "What do you want?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows a bit and he looked at her. "And why did you follow me anyways?" He asked, suspiciously this time. His blue eyes pierced into hers and he frowned slightly. "And don't say anything about me being sad, because I'm not." He immediately inferred as he crossed his arms. "Even so, if I were sad, I wouldn't tell you anyways."

 

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Cassandra Cain​

Once upon a time this would have confused Cassandra to no ends. Damian was saying one thing, and yet his body was almost screaming another. She felt a small burst of pride when she managed to combine the two messages into something intelligible, and she preened slightly.

“Don’t be so defensive, little brother.” She said, attempting to set him at ease with a wide beam. “I saw you and I wanted to speak to you. It’s too...” she hesitated a moment, trying to find the right word for the situation, “gentle at home.”

That wasn’t a complete lie. Cassandra rarely told complete lies. She had been restless, but she had also been worried.

Dami didn’t need to know that.

“That’s why I’m here.” She said decisively. “Now you tell me why you’re here.”

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Lucy Shook her head quickly, "no, no you've heard too much already." She tried to stand up straighter and nearly yelled from the prickling electric pain.
"listen I swear on my life that I'm no threat, please I need to see Bruce Wayne now."

Lucy felt a strong pang of annoyance as she continually argued with the hero. But she had to stay calm. If she didn't there would be disastrous consequences that would never allow her the trust of anyone, ever. Closing her eyes Lucy sucked in a deep breath, practically feeling herself fading, and gave Tim the most pleading look she could muster, "Please."


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Timothy Drake​

“You understand,” Said Tim, with a carefully quirked eyebrow, “that I can’t bring randoms off the street to the prince of Gotham himself, right?” Especially, he added mentally, when said random is injured, close-mouthed and rambling about a yet unknown danger.

The situation was precarious. Asking questions had obviously been the wrong move; if he wanted to get any answers he would have to put off an interrogation. Time for another approach.

He let out a breathe, and wiped the wryness from his voice. When he spoke, it was gentle by assertive. “Look, you’re bleeding. A lot. And Wayne Manor is a long way away. I can get you there in a matter of minutes. All you have to do is accept that my colleagues and I are going to be looking in to this, and answer my questions.” He spread his arms, as if presenting something. “What do you say?”

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Lucy stared at him for several moments, not saying a word.
"fine... But please hurry... I can't- i dont know how much conscienceness i'll have before I pass out from bloodloss..." She leaned against a nearby wall and watched him slowly. She had to be careful with her responses. It was already obvious how oblivious he was to certain... Well... Not oblivious but maybe pushing them away. Of course, who wouldnt? People themselves always had a strange way of pretending that certain things didn't exist because of how terribly sick and demented they were.

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Timothy Drake​

Tim nodded, and brought a hand to the comm in his ear. “This is Red Robin, requesting back up at my coordinates.” He spoke, the message going to the unfortunately unironically dubbed Bat-Frequency. “Minimal personal only, bring a vehicle. We have an injured, assumed civilian here requesting transport to Wayne Manor in return for information. Over.”

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Dick couldn't help but grimace in the middle of a midair somersault over a trapeze bar as Duke compared his words to those of Bruce, something that he realized in hindsight. Whenever he was compared to Bruce, it was always something that bothered him a little more than it should have. It was almost unavoidable at this point however, and at this point he did his best to not think about what it meant to him to become so similar to Bruce, something which was really not the most pleasant of prospects if one thought about it. Despite his slight grimace, it wasn't long before Dick regained his casual and relaxed attitude however, doing another flip from bar to bar as he soon spoke up in response. "It really was, wasn't it?" Dick said this ruefully, unable to deny that his statement had been both Bruce-like and corny. The young man shook his head a bit, hanging upside down from a bar for a short time before doing a somersault in order to be right side up. "Living here really is starting to take a toll on me." He said this in a way that was once more lighthearted, rather than actually serious.

While making the decision to stay at Wayne Manor with the others as long as Bruce needed help was quite a big change, he still visited Blüdhaven and kept a vigilant eye on it, and would return whenever needed. He didn't really regret the move, as long as it didn't become a permanent one. Staying in Gotham and Wayne Manor permanently... that wouldn't be right for him. But for now, while all the extra company was somewhat unfamiliar, it wasn't unwelcomed, and helping the other members of their little family with patrolling Gotham did bring a certain feeling of satisfaction and nostalgia for times past. While thinking about such things, Dick kept doing his exercises, continuing to use the trapeze for a few minutes longer.

When Duke affirmed that he had indeed been working on his motorcycle and that it was going well, Dick gave a small nod, his tone of voice a friendly one. "Good to hear." The acrobat let go of the trapeze bar, letting himself fall towards the ground. He was easily able to catch himself, and within moments landed on his feet with a grunt. After flicking a bit of the sweat from his face with one hand, he glanced back towards Duke, about to speak up once more. "How-" Just before he could continue however, he was interrupted by the beeping of communication through the frequency that all members of the family shared sounding out in his ear, and Tim's voice coming through it soon after. Dick straightened up, listening intently to what the other one was starting to say. The situation that the other one was in certainly did sound intriguing, and also a bit confusing. It was an unique and somewhat dangerous concept to bring a civilian to Wayne Manor, no matter what the situation.

Once Tim had finished with his explanation however, it didn't take too long for Dick to gather his thoughts about the matter and tap the communication device in his ear, speaking in a calm and steady tone. "Red Robin, this is Nightwing. I have Signal here with me; we can get suited up and to your location in about five minutes, as soon as you transmit your coordinates." Nightwing furrowed a brow in thought while speaking, hesitating for just a moment. "As long as you're sure about this, Tim." Despite his doubts and slight confusion about the exact situation at hand, as soon as he signed off for the time being, his expression was one of composure and certainty. He headed over to where his costume lay set aside on one of the small benches, quickly grabbing it once he had reached it.

He suddenly paused for a moment however, and turned in Duke's direction. Dick had an eyebrow raised, yet he didn't try to pressure the other one to go with. "You game? I can handle this alone if you want to keep going." He said this in a friendly way, waiting for the other one to make his own decision about the matter, which would be a fine decision either way.​

 

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Lucy watched Tim with a terrified look and tried to walk forward.
"how many people are... Coming?" she grimaced and tried to lean forward. Everything hurt with pulsating beat as she tried to move. Carefully she managed to grab his arm, when she tripped and quickly grabbed his shoulders to support herself.
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