Nightwing closed in, on the perp. He considered a moment "Look Colonel, we both know the score here. I've been on your tail the past three weeks." He twirled one of his fighting sticks, bringing it up under the Colonel's chin expertly- narrowly stopping himself before he breaks the man's jaw. "Where the hell do you get off selling this kind of harware to scum the Scarlotti's? What's you're angle?"
The Colonel's eyes narrow and he shifts his gaze from Nightwing to Batman. "Why don't you ask your boss."
Nightwing shoved the man back against the wall, coming between he and Batman. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" he yelled angrily, cracking a brick above the Colonel's head. The Colonel winced away from the strike. "You cowboys think you can just run around and we're not goin to see what you're up to?! That we're not going to take steps?" He eyed Nightwing indignantly. "You may have gotten me. But I'm just the first. Uncle Sam isn't content to let you freaks treat this City like your playground." He leaned past Nightwing, locking eyes with Batman "We're watching you too, Bats"
Frustrated, Nightwing punched the man across the face- knocking him unconscious. He turned back to Batman slowly. He looked past his mentor, not quite meeting his gaze "It's been a while" he said evenly.
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