❝healthy but strained, if daytime tv is anything to go by.❞ his voice is serious, but he’s grinning widely, looking at damian. it is nice, having this kind of backup when he needs it. and, of course, returning the favour whenever asked. ❝come on then. there’s at least a dozen devices around this building, and while i’m pretty sure most of them have been disarmed, it’d be better to exercise caution.❞ as if damian doesn’t already know that.
“ I will take your word for it, Nightwing.” he’s digging his sweeper out of his pockets by the time his brother is done giving orders, fingers dancing along his belt as they check for pliers and the like. none had fallen out, not that they ever WOULD, but caution is a friend of Damian’s that has served him well over the years. he VAULTS up onto the nearest platform, nodding at his partner. “ Radio silence until the area has been cleared, yes? ”