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Good thing that Nightwing showed up when he did.

It was hard to miss the sound of gunfire, and Nightwing was drawn to it above all the other chaos in the asylum. in his usual gravity defying way, he found himself above the wall, crouched there in a shadow as he took stock of the situation.

Five were pinned down in a fire fight by a group their size.. if not larger. At least the inmates didn't have automatics. Smirking a bit to himself, he waited until he saw an opening... and then in a rather bold motion, threw himself at the ground level, intending to fall out of the sky atop a couple of the shooters.

Here was to hoping that he didn't end up like swiss cheese.

A moment later, he had crashed into them and was on the ground. Within the blink of an eye, Nightwing was back on his feet, his juggling batons in both hands, trying to incapacitate (or at least disarm) any of the shooters before they can turn their weapons on him.