@robin5tein "Yes. You appear to be handling this spectacularly, Nightwing." Tone dripped in sarcasm, he circled around the warehouse interior, masked eyes locking upon his eldest brother where he was currently dangling upside down from the ceiling. Unconscious bodies were scattered around them, a very typical sight in Bludhaven, he imagined, and he paid them no mind as the authorities would surely show up soon enough. Shifting closer, he broke away from his circular path until they were awkwardly face to face, arms folded across his chest. "I believe the words you are looking for are, thank you for coming to save my ass, Robin. It's been a while since I last saw you, and I'm sure you had better things to do this evening." Which, he did, at Sacred Heart. But when Oracle informed him of potential trouble in their sister city, he hadn't hesitated to abandon his course to the hospital in favour of the strung-up man before him. He always would.
"y'know, cocky really isn't a good look on you," dick's voice comes out slightly nasally, which speaks to both the blood coating it and the deeply awkward position he's currently being held in. he was formulating a plan, alright? he was. he just -- also is slightly concussed, so whatever. let damian have the win, it's fine. dick's actually doing him a favour. it's enrichment, kind of.
still, as dick spins slowly in a way that is definitely not humiliating, he sighs, and says, "thank you, robin, for coming to save my butt - don't say ass, it's bad language - i've missed you dearly my favourite brother at this current moment, and i would really appreciate if you would cut me down so i can regain feeling in my limbs." he flops a hand at damian, grinning. "did that cover it?"
