To be From The Dark

#5

Timothy- AKA RedRobin, and Damian- Robin, had sprinted to Timothy's bike- before they raced out of the cave, with a disapproving look cast from Alfred at the top of the stairs.

RedRobin took a single hand off the handlebars- pressing a device into Robin's hand, before gesturing to his own ear, then pointing at Damian. The younger had been meaning to protest before he realized it was a earpiece, which he promptly stuck in his left ear. Tim having one in his right ear.

Before long, they found themselves slowing, stopping gradually at a building- a heavily dilapidated and worn down one, at that. Redrobin jumped off the bike after shutting it off, marching up to it- reaching for the door knob before the door swung open, making a loud crack as it connected with Tim's hand, making his yelp in pain, jumping back.

"Rather unexpected," a gruff voice came from above- the red hood. Timothy grit his teeth, "Tell us-" He was cut off, eyes widening under his domino mask, seeing the man in the brown- well, blood stained leather jacket holding his brother. Damian Almost immediately rushed forward, to try and engage, but was evaded, so he ran face first into brick.

That successfully put the youngest on his ass. Tim Went to attack redhood- being put flat on his back with a boot on his chest, spikes digging into the suit, "I would suggest you don't make me jostle Nightwing. He's gotten enough wounds that can't be shook." he menacingly says, in that deep and slightly gravelly voice that was slightly altered by the helmet to make him sound much older.

Then- smoke erupted, and when it cleared out the pair was gone, and the crime boss' bike was gone. Tim got up hastily, yelling in anger- before gritting his teeth, and helping his brother up, before solemnly getting back on his bike, and heading back to the cave. Knowing they'd be getting from shit from Bruce- the embodiment of broodiness itself.