Nightwing nodded his head once to Batman, his lips in a line. He might have had his reservations about the wisdom of sending some green-horn Batman to save the world, but he trusted Bruce's judgment. He hadn't seen much of this new Bat, but at least he had the whole bravery thing going. Nightwing had to give it to him.
Now that Batman and Cait were making nice, he pulled out a zipline gun and fired it off towards a nearby roof. "Good luck, Batman." he called back, meaning ever word just as much as the new Bat had to him.
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