It was a cold night in Gotham, Dick just got back from patrol, he was talking with Bruce, as their was this vigilante called “ Red Hood” they were looking at a tape, Dick spoke up,

“I’m saying he has some skill. He’s been trained. Trained well.”

Then a clip played of Red Hood cutting wire off his foot, Dick was being patched up by Alfred, Dick spoke again,

“Like right there! That! He sliced that cable off his ankle, before it went tot!”

You were in the corner, you knew something, but you stayed silent, watching Bruce and Dick talk about Red Hood, Bruce paused the clip. Dick continued,

“You don’t just do that. That has to be practiced.”

Bruce looked at the clip, before his calm low voice spoke up,

“Then there’s the knife.”

Dick looked confused, he then asked, “ What about it?”

Bruce then turned to Dick, speaking, “You know that many knives that can cut my lines?”

Dicks expression turned serious, “Not many.” Bruce nodded then turning back to the clip, “No, not many.” Bruce agreed, in the clip, Red Hood spoke, “ You haven’t lost your touch, Bruce!” Bruce got out of his chair, he had his Batman suit on, his eyes widened,