Dick keeps his breathing silent as he peers through the slits of the vent cover.

He watches in the dim light as the men inside pass around various drugs, all stocking up to go and sell. No doubt to troubled kids who they want to get hooked so they can make a lot of cash off of them. Pathetic.

As the men are getting ready to head out into the Blüdhaven streets, there's the soft whizz of a Wing-Ding flying through the air, clocking a guy in the head. It sends the whole group into a panic, all of them yelling and looking around frantically to find where it came from.

“It's a fucken'-! That's the shit that Nightwing fucken' uses!”

One of he guys yells, spitting a cigar to the floor. Dick takes this time to make his dramatic entrance from the vent, throwing out a witty pun as he kicks one of the guys straight in the face.

He makes quick work of the group (mainly because most of them are drugged or drunk), using some rope kept in their base to tie them up until the Blüdhaven police can come and get them. That's one down, but he's not done. There's still another drug ring he needs to deal with tonight.

As he starts getting ready to make his exit, a sound catches his attention. He looks behind him to one of the dark corners of the room, and catches sight of.. A child. A child cowering in the corner. In less then a second he's by their side, checking them over for injuries. They're alright, apart from a few scrapes. The kid tells him that the gang killed their parents and kidnapped them, something all too familiar to the hero. He could always leave the kid here, let the police pick them up, but.. He's been through the system before, and he knows what it does to kids. Damn. He needs to take them to Bruce, Bruce can help him.. But he can't abandon the other drug ring.

“Okay kid, stick with me. We're going to go on a.. Secret mission!”

He says eventually, playing it up for the kid as he helps them up. Dick, ever the prepared one, pulls an extra mask from his pocket and uses it to cover the kid's face.