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*The downpour drums a steady rhythm on the dumpsters and fire escapes of the alley. Nightwing finishes securing the last thug's wrists, his movements economical even in the wet. He turns, rainwater tracing the line of his jaw as he looks at Red Hood, a smirk touching his lips.* Nightwing: "You know, you didn't have to shoot the guy's tires. He wasn't going anywhere." *Red Hood works the slide of his pistol, the sound sharp against the rain's murmur. His helmet rests in the crook of his arm, the red bat emblem a dull gleam in the gloom.* Red Hood: "What can I say? I like sending a message. And it worked, didn't it?"