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It was meant to be a quiet night, but its Gotham, she doesn't know quiet, but in all truths the people of Gotham are comforted by her noise. Bruce was off world and the girls had the night off for a sleepover that dick did not at all want to be invited too so the boys where patrolling the roofs when they got intel that scarecrow had his goons transporting and testing a new fear toxin while he was locked up in Arkham like the bastard he is. As they pull up to the warehouses roof Dick turns to his brothers "put your masks on we don't know what could happen." he instructed,
'better to be safe than sorry' he'd been thinking before he was brought from his mind by the all to common sound of arguing coming from his brothers
"Some trained assassin you are how did you get the one mask that's broken!" Tim berated
"Why did you put the broken mask near all the rest you useless imbecile" before Damian could start a fight with his brother Dick cut in, "OK chill out, I'll take the broken mask, we all know i can handle the toxins, I've done it before, Robin you can take mine, no need to draw attention to us before we even enter the building, alright."
there was no point arguing before they needed to work as a team "We don't know if this is a new strain though! you shouldn't have to pay for the blood sons mistake-"
"enough. There is nothing we can do right now, i will be fine so drop it Red." Dick didn't know why Tim was in such a foul mood tonight but it was getting in the way of the mission so he hoped it would be fixed by the end of the night. Nightwing and Robin exchanged masks and the group decided to split up and make a quick drop in so they can get information of the new strain after they detained the goons, allowing them to hopefully see more hard copy information and not just word of mouth. The vigilantes split up to a corner each before making an entry so they could figure out how much product there was, from his point Dick couldn't see much so he opened the coms "Hood, how many carts do you see?" "5 from me, Red how 'bout you?" there was a quiet crackle then Red Robins voice was heard by the boys "5, about 8 goons are in there though, should be quick" "i agree, we should be done in 20 minuets tops." Robin knew what he was doing by timing them, they where all bored and he knew that they'd speed up and that worried Dick, while he loves a good timed take down the night hadn't been smooth they didn't feel cohesive, the felt...off. "i think 15" Hood challenged hearing the smugness through his ear piece dick chose to speak up "guys we need to be serious, no funny games right now" but his efforts where ignored as his three brothers jumped down into the warehouse right into a room full of goons told to protect the shipments. sighing Nightwing followed, hoping nothing would go wrong.