004 [el dorado police department] not gonna stand here and wait

[batmanschmatman]

Aside from being relatively bored, Dick was a pretty happy camper. Whatever had been causing the whole fear of heights thing had apparently gone away, there hadn't been any new horrifying arrivals, and in general, it had just been life as usual for the young man for a while now. Sure, there seemed to be a couple people missing from his contacts

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[text] why don't you tell me when you do this.

[motorcyclechic]

No. Why?

Jason hadn't been doing much, and like Dick, he was feeling the strain of inactivity. Oh sure, he had Bruce to observe, creepily, unwilling to approach him just yet, and the new arrival, Oliver, who might or might not know him, and Dean, on principal of dude that's my face.

But he wasn't actually doing anything. No shakedowns, no hustling the bad guys.

[motorcyclechic]

"Nowhere's quite like Gotham," Jason says idly, contemplatively, one gloved hand stroking his chin. It looked better when he had the helmet on - but again, he didn't want to show that side to Dick yet.

He turns and catches Dick's gaze, a toothy grin crawling across his face when he mentions looking.

"Great, a chance to brush up on our detective stills. Bat'd be proud," he tosses out, a tad sarcastically. He gestures after a moment. "You've been here longer, any ideas on where to start?"

[batmanschmatman]

At this point, Dick would probably have considered making some comment about how 'well yeah, but Blüdhaven's worse', but he was distracted enough by the prospect of actually patrolling in costume that somewhat unconsciously asserting that the 'haven was different and he was his own person now was pretty far removed from his line of thinking.

"I've got a couple, so long as you think you can keep up," he said, smirking, and without further preamble, reached into one of his gauntlets, and fired off a line, taking off over the streets towards one of the few places he'd actually noticed some increased crime activity.

After a couple blocks, he stopped on a fire escape to make sure Jason was still following him, realizing there was something important he hadn't exactly asked about yet. "So, what am I supposed to call you? Doesn't look like you're going by Robin anymore."

[motorcyclechic]

There's a derisive snort just before Dick takes off, and Jason is following after, pulling his own line out and following Dick. He tends to follow more from the rooftops than anything else, using the line as sparingly as possible. Still, he's a little bit behind Nightwing most of the time.

When Dick stops on a fire escape, Jason lands on the landing above his, and pauses when he hears the question.

Well, damn. It's not like he can tell him he goes by "Red Hood", now, can he? He wracks his brain for a name and, after a moment, speaks.

"Not exactly," Jason says, glancing around. "I usually go by Redbird."