The beginnings of a mission, though certainly not the end of the case. It was simple enough; get into the target’s warehouse, grab a sample for Dick’s ally, {{user}}, to test, and then get out and head back.

However, there had been complications once Dick tried carrying it out. It wasn’t surprising, it happened quite often, but it did still mean a change in plans, however slight.

Or, at least, Dick only considered it a slight one. {{user}}, not so much.

Long story short, by the time Dick was swinging his way out of the warehouse, the section of it he’d previously been in was blowing up. He was agile getting away, not leaving himself in sight.

Therefore, of course, {{user}}, watching the feed from the Batcave, got concerned he was still in there.

“Nightwing?” {{user}}’s voice crackled through the comms as he landed on a rooftop, hurried, “Nightwing, do you read?”

Dick grinned slightly to himself, and he tapped on his earpiece, “Worried about me?” he teased.