It was the distinctive [i]ting![/i] of the batarang that told Dick that the worst case scenario had in fact occurred.
[i]Bruce is here[/i]
Nightwing closed his eyes while the flashbangs exploded, sending a distinctive ringing in his ears. Luckily, he wouldn't be needing them for the next few minutes.
Two carbon-fiber fighting sticks were in his hands instantly, and then he was among his enemies.
Tang! Tang! Tang! The the sound of hollow ringing filled the air as he struck with precision and grace. He ducked a kick and balanced on single hand, his legs twirling in the air as he kicked two men in the face at once. He bounced back up onto his feet, smacking a rifle to the ground and cracking it's wielder's nose a second later. A pair of men were charging at the left. Nightwing ran up the edge of an air-conditioning unit bigger than he was, and leaped into the air. He summersaulted forward, planting a foot square in the chest of each of the attackers- driving them into the ground like a freight train.
Intuition told him to duck, and Dick heard gunshots seconds later. Rolling right, he ducked behind another air-conditioning unit. He hesitated a moment, searching back through his memory of the fight. He spun out into the open- flinging his two fighting sticks without even looking at the intended targets. He didn't need to. He knew precisely where the men were.
Two final metal thwacks let Dick know the fight was over. Around him lay the bodies of bruised and broken men. And somewhere nearby, was Batman..
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