[ Uber. He chuckles at that, reminded that other places in the world still have ridesharing. Gotham has not been a zone for much of what the rest of the world still enjoys, warts and all. ]
Speaking of transportation, don't worry about your Meka.
Thanks to Winston, my guys should be in communication with yours. As soon as people take it out of the water, Clayface is carrying it towards transport to South Korea.
[ Dick appraises his battle-damaged Nightwing suit, now bearing many nicks and gashes exposing the advanced polymers that constitute its defenses. Stuff Slade was able to tear through like paper with his equipment, that the likes of Electrocutioner and Orca could barely manage a dent on. Didn't stop Killer Croc from doing damage to the man beneath the armor, but Slade came closer to killing him than any assailant tonight.
In the grand scheme of things? No surprise there.
As Hana appraises the Batmobile, Dick continues appraising all the damage his suit has sustained over the past evening. He's kind of not over it, really. ]
Thing's definitely worth a pretty penny. Maybe more now that it's vintage.
[ Dick hoped to dry himself a little more before hopping in. But once inside, he starts the ignition and begins steering the Batmobile out of Blackgate's vicinity. Looking at his sleeves and gauntlets briefly while turning the steering wheel, the damage becomes all the more salient. ]
This sucks. Suits like these aren't cheap either... but at least I've got spares.
[ He's lucky he's had a life free from want, thanks to Bruce. And with yet more thanks to Bruce, he hasn't lived a life free from responsibility. The assets poured into the construction of the Nightwing suit and its corresponding gadgetry are a testament to what Dick will sacrifice to save this city. In its current state, the Nightwing suit can be washed and repaired, but now Dick only plans to wear it to patrols and covert missions that don't demand high-stakes confrontations. He has fresher costumes for those. ]
Gonna nab one of their grand slams. Nothing like an "early breakfast" at 2AM, am I right?
[ Wouldn't be the first time he's stopped by places during all-nighters. That's almost customary, really, given how much calories he and other Bat-people expend fighting crime. Sure saved Alfred the trouble of preparing meals all the time!
As he makes a right on red towards a main street, Dick hears Hana ask him about his pad. ]
From back in New York?
That was more of a bunker to me. And far from my only one.
[ Sorry, Hana. Back then, he was far too on-the-go to care about the wifi. His HQ in the Cloisters museum was where he allocated all his wifi needs, and in all the time they spent together, Hana never got a proper tour. But that (forgive the museum pun) is history. ]
I promise there's functional wifi this time. Kinda need it to maintain communications.
But more importantly, I need my PS6 to stay connected.
[ It's more of a sideline pet project of his to reacquaint himself with gaming, okay? He knows he'll never catch up to Hana or, say, Tim. ]
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Speaking of transportation, don't worry about your Meka.
Thanks to Winston, my guys should be in communication with yours. As soon as people take it out of the water, Clayface is carrying it towards transport to South Korea.
[ Dick appraises his battle-damaged Nightwing suit, now bearing many nicks and gashes exposing the advanced polymers that constitute its defenses. Stuff Slade was able to tear through like paper with his equipment, that the likes of Electrocutioner and Orca could barely manage a dent on. Didn't stop Killer Croc from doing damage to the man beneath the armor, but Slade came closer to killing him than any assailant tonight.
In the grand scheme of things? No surprise there.
As Hana appraises the Batmobile, Dick continues appraising all the damage his suit has sustained over the past evening. He's kind of not over it, really. ]
Thing's definitely worth a pretty penny. Maybe more now that it's vintage.
[ Dick hoped to dry himself a little more before hopping in. But once inside, he starts the ignition and begins steering the Batmobile out of Blackgate's vicinity. Looking at his sleeves and gauntlets briefly while turning the steering wheel, the damage becomes all the more salient. ]
This sucks. Suits like these aren't cheap either... but at least I've got spares.
[ He's lucky he's had a life free from want, thanks to Bruce. And with yet more thanks to Bruce, he hasn't lived a life free from responsibility. The assets poured into the construction of the Nightwing suit and its corresponding gadgetry are a testament to what Dick will sacrifice to save this city. In its current state, the Nightwing suit can be washed and repaired, but now Dick only plans to wear it to patrols and covert missions that don't demand high-stakes confrontations. He has fresher costumes for those. ]
Gonna nab one of their grand slams. Nothing like an "early breakfast" at 2AM, am I right?
[ Wouldn't be the first time he's stopped by places during all-nighters. That's almost customary, really, given how much calories he and other Bat-people expend fighting crime. Sure saved Alfred the trouble of preparing meals all the time!
As he makes a right on red towards a main street, Dick hears Hana ask him about his pad. ]
From back in New York?
That was more of a bunker to me. And far from my only one.
[ Sorry, Hana. Back then, he was far too on-the-go to care about the wifi. His HQ in the Cloisters museum was where he allocated all his wifi needs, and in all the time they spent together, Hana never got a proper tour. But that (forgive the museum pun) is history. ]
I promise there's functional wifi this time. Kinda need it to maintain communications.
But more importantly, I need my PS6 to stay connected.
[ It's more of a sideline pet project of his to reacquaint himself with gaming, okay? He knows he'll never catch up to Hana or, say, Tim. ]