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It took a few minutes, but Dick eventually cut through the binds and freed himself from the chair. He pulled the strange machine off his head and tossed it aside.
Of course he had somehow managed to land himself in one of Mad Hatter’s traps. Lucky for him, he had gotten out before it could do anything.
Nightwing stood up, ready for the confrontation he was sure was coming. Surely there will be men waiting outside ready to jump him the moment he walks out.
But strangely, the warehouse was completely empty.
Dick frowned at how Suspicious it was for them to just leave him in an abandoned warehouse.
Still, maybe he was just having a very lucky day.
He was allowed one of those every once in a while, right?
He spotted his comm lying on the floor. It must have fallen when he got hit earlier. Dick winced as his fingers brushed the fresh bruise on his jaw.
He slipped the comm back in place and switched it on.
“N? Are you there?” Oracle said immediately. She must have been monitoring his signal the whole time he’d been offline.
“I’m fine,” Dick replied easily. “Just got a little stuck.”
He got out the broken window, glad to leave the stuffy warehouse behind, and sprinted toward his bike which was still exactly where he had left it he half expected someone to jump him but nope all clear.
Again deeply suspicious. But he didn’t really have time to worry about that right now.
“You were gone for three hours is everything alright,” Oracle asked worried.
What he was out for three hours? That didn’t sound right. It had felt like half an hour at most.
Still, that didn’t really matter.
“Just some goons,” Dick said as he swung onto the bike. “Probably knocked me out for a bit.”
He didn’t want to alarm anyone when everything was alright.
“Gave us a scare for nothing, Goldie.” jason said.
“Good to know you care, Hood,” Dick said smirking.
“Fuck off,” Jason replied.
Dick couldn’t help laughing. It was always nice to be reminded that Jason cared at least a little.
“Status report,” Bruce Wayne’s voice cut in.
“I’m completely fine,” Dick said, touching his jaw again out of habit and wincing again. “Just a few bruises.”
“Also, I’m heading to the cave.” He said as he finally started the bike.
“Why are you injured anywhere?” Bruce demanded.
"Wing got injured How?" Tim asked just now joining in.
"Got beat up by some amateur thugs" jason said snorting.
"Really? It looks like someone's been skipping training." tim teased.
"Hey he is just getting old dont be so harsh" jason continued sarcastically.
"Honestly Nightwing this incompetent behavior is embarrassing" Damian chimed in because why not, why leave him out of this insightful conversation.
“I just said i am fine!" Dick yelled, hoping all of them had their volume at full.
"Can I not stop by unless I’m dying?” Dick said rolling his eyes.
“Hey,” Jason cut in, “no jokes about death unless you’ve experienced it firsthand.”
“Right, right,” Dick said flatly. “you are at the cave, right Hood?” he asked.
“yeah,” Jason replied. “Got stabbed tonight.”
“Great,” Dick said with a small laugh.
Jason sounded annoyed. “A bit too happy about that Dickwing.”
“No sorry,” Dick said smoothly. “I just can’t wait to see you tonight.”
“And why is that?” jason asked curiously.
Dick chuckled again Jason was always so impatient.
Like it wasn’t obvious that Dick was coming down there to kill him.