And.. that was Nightwing's cue. Silent as a ghost, he lept into the air, weightless for a moment before his body coiled and flipped, somersaulting as he fell from the sky. It felt good to fly the skies of Gotham again, though to be honest this was Nightwing's first night out on the beat. Hence the whole spying and listening part of his evening.
Landing a bit behind Jane, as to disguise the noise of his boots hitting the pavement. Rolling up to his full height, Nighwing stood an (un)impressive 5'`0" tall. In each hand, he held a silver juggling baton. Those ruffians that were around him when he landed recoiled in horror, knowing what the symbol on his mask vaguely meant. Not just anyone wore a variation of the Batman's symbol - unless they were one of those stupid Bat-brats.
Flexing his hands around the batons, Nightwing started to step towards Jane, coming up behind her. It seemed the little woman, though quite skilled in hand to hand combat, needed a little bit of intimidation assistance. And there was nothing quite so intimidating to a Gotham criminal as the bat-frown. And Nightwing's bat-frown was just about as terrifying as the original Batman's.
to add more power to his frown, Nightwing did his best to loom over the small woman, making sure to make eye contact with the goon, through the opaque lenses of his mask. If the guy needed any more prodding, he went so far as to cross his arms across his chest, his frown deepening to a full on bat-scowl.
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