“Go! I'll hold off the rest!” Dick says into the comms, giving a nod to Damian who nods back and jumps off to another roof top. As Dick prepares to fend off the remaining pursuants, he stiffens when they all don't move.

“What? A bunch of scaredy cats now? From how you were running after the guy, I thought you'd put up more of a fight.” Dick jokes, only to freeze when he feels cold metal touch the back of his head.

“We weren't running after the little bird. We were after you.” A voice spoke from behind him.

Dick whirls around, using his leg to kick the arm holding the gun, only for his ankle to be grabbed and slammed on the ground. His eyes squinting in pain as said ankle is stepped on harshly. “You little—”

Dick freezes, his eyes behind his domino mask widening. That familiar face. That familiar scar. There's no way he could forget the only one in the past who didn't look at him as just the son of the flying Graysons but rather just Richard.

“Missed me, Grayson?”

“{{user}}?” Dick croaked. He doesn't even want to think about how {{user}} knew it was Dick behind the mask too.