Night Out {Open}

[Nightwing]

He watched as Flash took down the rest of the criminals. He sent a sideways glance at Flash’s little fact. The corners of his lips twitched up in amusement. “What was that you were saying about me being creepy?”

He watched as the officers walked up. He grinned at Wally’s comment and turned to the cops. “Sorry we didn’t have time to wrap it. You fellas arrived early.” Some officers shook their heads in amusement, while others just ignored them. His face turned serious, getting to business. “There’s an injured man in that aisle over there. Bullet wound to the shoulder. I think he’s the store owner.” A couple officers nodded and went to assist the man.

Then the sound of gunfire filled the air. Nightwing grabbed the closest person to him, which happened to be one of the thugs, and dived behind a trash can for cover. He recognized the laughter he heard immediately.

“Move!” he called out to the few officers and thugs that had lingered, once he caught sight of the cocktail. He watched as it exploded. As soon as there was no longer a danger of getting shot at, he shot out from his cover. He took out one of his personally modified batarangs, quickly making sure it was sharp enough, before handing it to Flash.

“Try to pop their tires. I’ll get the injured out of the way.” He did so quickly. There were three officers with bullet wounds and two who had been hurt by the bomb. Luckily, there were already paramedics on the scene. The fire could be handled by firefighters.

“Go out the store through the back” he advised them, before going to help Flash. So much for that sandwich he wanted.

[The Flash]

Wally stepped to the side as the police started to move further into the store. It's not creepy if its scientific fact, He retorted as the officers moved around him, one of them reaching to handcuff one of the downed gunman. Nightwing directed a couple of others, making sure that the injured civilian received the attention he needed. Poor guy. It was always a shame when an innocent person got caught up in things like this. At least his Rogues had morals and refused to kill certain people. It was something that he was going to end up missing. He could feel it.

His head snapped to the front windows, moving a couple of inched back as a bullet whizzed passed him. He watched as the van sped by, fire bursting on the ground as they went. Yeah, he was going to miss his Rogues. That laugh was kind of haunting too. Talk about creepy.

He glanced over to Dick, his one time leader on a team of super-teens. Yeah, 'cause just taking out a tire was all he could do. Save the call to the fire department, boys, He said, waving a hand as he took the offered batarang. Huh, he had never used one of these before. He still wouldn't use it the way Dick or Bruce would have. But first ...

He started a circuit around the slowly spreading fire. Hey, the physics of a man not having oxygen applied to fire too. Ain't science nifty. Within a minute, the fire was out with the lingering scent of gasoline and sulfur in the air. Try and hurry, Wingman. This team up is fun, The red head said with a smirk before taking off. He followed the sound of that irritating laughter, batarang in hand to stab into the back tire. It sent the van skidding, its high speed unable to really handle the sudden instability of a tire gone out.

[The Joker]

The van slammed into a nearby building before settling. The passenger door was kicked open as the Joker leaped out, grinning wide like the madman he was as he looked around for the culprit who had slit the tire on his precious, precious new toy.
He whistled as if to a dog as he moved further from the van, his clown-masked goons making their way out and brandishing their firearms, but still evidently dazed from the collision.
"Come out come ouuuuuttt...." the Joker taunted, "I know you're out here somewhere. Now where do you get off spoiling my evening? It's bad form, you know."
He then spied the Flash and cocked his head before bursting into laughter.
"Well YOU'RE not the Bat." he howled.
What a joke. Look at him. What was he even supposed to BE, this guy?

[Nightwing]

Nightwing took out his grapple and shot it out, taking to the roofs. Luckily, Flash had stopped the van before it got too far away. He ran across the rooftops, leaping lithely from one roof to another. He didn’t even pause when he reached the roof of the building that the van had slammed into. He jumped off the building, landing in a crouch atop the van. He took out wing-dings, his modified batarangs, and threw them, aiming to disarm most of the goonies.

“Didn’t you get the memo, Joker?” he grinned wittingly, “Red is the new black. Bats couldn’t help himself.”

He leaped off the van in a flip, landing beside Flash. He sent him a sidelong glance. “You really need to get around more or something, pal.” He said, remembering how that one thug hadn’t really known who Flash was either. One would think that they would know who Flash was. He’d always been a big part of the superhero community, and apart of the Justice League. But there had always been something about Gotham that was slightly disconnected from the rest of the world. Probably because it had enough issues of its own to deal with.

[The Flash]

The Flash flinched a little as the van veered off the street and hit a building. Right, shoulda thought of that before hand. He made small grimace and shrugged it off. He didn't think that all that many people would get too upset by a van hitting a brick building. At least it wasn't going through a store front and killing people. Or blowing up. Or any number of more destructive things. Even better, there weren't many passers by in the street as the armed thugs exited the van.

He stood straight, eyes trained more on Joker than his little buddies. He tried to put on his best Batman scowl, looking serious in a way that few people probably thought him capable of. As Dick joined them, he really needed to get into this serious gig. That's enough, Joker, He growled, trying his best Bat-rasp. Three simple words and it had him laughing. The speedster wouldn't be able to keep that up. Man, Batman needs to get a better schtick.

Glancing at Nightwing, he shrugged. Or Gotham can stop being so self-centered. Ya know, google places, He suggested, then turned to Joker. Given that actually looking for anything outside of Gotham was so insane, this guy might understand. Go on vacation. Wouldn't you like to get away from the Bat for a bit? He asked as if he could have an actual conversation with the insane clown from Hell.

See? He could fit right into Gotham. He was crazy enough to try and be friendly with someone he probably had just pissed off. He ruined Joker's get away and then had a chat. What hero did that? Wait, he did that on a regular basis with his Rogues. Maybe he shouldn't compare his relationship with his Rogues like this. But hey, he could be a nice distraction for Nightwing to do something about the villain he was so used to dealing with.