[ it's the glass shattering that catches his attention but it's the source of the cool threat that stops him in his tracks. nightwing perches at the edge of a parapet roof as he watches the scene, brows knitting together above the domino mask when he catches sight of the tell-tale red hood. he's been here for less than twenty-four hours and if he's learned anything at all, it's that things work differently here. this red hood could be anyone.
and the guns don't help the alert that pierce through his thoughts. but he won't meddle yet. instead, he darts along the length of the rooftop, ducked under the shadows to get a better view. does he want to interfere? no. will he if he has to? yes. ]
hi!! all good π
and the guns don't help the alert that pierce through his thoughts. but he won't meddle yet. instead, he darts along the length of the rooftop, ducked under the shadows to get a better view. does he want to interfere? no. will he if he has to? yes. ]