Gotham was never a quiet city, every person who lived there knew this as well as they knew that there were people working to make the noises just a little bit more bearable.

Tonight wasn’t a bad night for any of the bats, the day had gone just as smoothly for Duke as well—according to his intel.

The night was coming to an end, it was late and many of the bats were retreating for the night despite the fact it had been a (mostly) full vigilante crew at the time. Even though it had been a pretty rainy night.

Red Hood barely worked with the bats— barely, but it happened from time to time. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, thank god.

It wasn’t supposed to be, that is. Only that the familiar form of Nightwing’s silhouette on the rooftop of a building in crime alley caught Jasons attention.

“The hell you doin’ on my turf?”