[ Dick refrains from proclaiming his excitement when he sees what Rapunzel does with her hair. She's practically made bowling pins out of these assassins. ]
Okay.
That is so much better than jumping.
[ He catches a katana blade between his palms before snapping it in half and kicking its wielder with a knee-breaking strike. As he continues to fight off amidst Rapunzel's contributions, the crowd of hostiles slowly thins once more. They have to remember the last time they fought Dick by himself, months ago when he was Nightwing-- it ended well for none of them then, so it certainly won't now.
To make quicker work of his opponents, Dick draws a pair of eskrima sticks to easily parry and counter the assassins' various weapons. He starts to notice that although the assassins are defensive against Rapunzel, they don't seem to be under any orders to attack her.
But surely there has to be a better reason than the length of her hair that's kept her in captivity. ]
We're nearly done.
[ He elbows an assassin in the face, one who'd attempted to attack him from behind. ]
Gather your hair.
When the smoke disperses, we leave.
[ Dick deflects several shuriken with his eskrima sticks, before intercepting an assassin's spear. His sticks seem to be durable enough that he uses them to snap the spear in two. He immediately kicks the spear's owner into the adjacent wall, just as he sheathes his eskrima sticks on his utility belt - only to pull out a smoke pellet in exchange.
He darts to Rapunzel's side and tosses the smoke pellet in the center of the remaining crowd. ]
To the plane. Now.
[ This time, Rapunzel can hop on the Batwing without fear of leaving Batman behind. He runs close behind her, encouraging her to lead the way as he keeps assassins at bay with concussive batarangs.
Before they can completely escape, though-- before Rapunzel can even step on the windowsill, she can hear a sharp and distinct cry behind all the clamor of the remaining assassins. A familiar calling of her name, albeit poisoned by entitled rage.
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Okay.
That is so much better than jumping.
[ He catches a katana blade between his palms before snapping it in half and kicking its wielder with a knee-breaking strike. As he continues to fight off amidst Rapunzel's contributions, the crowd of hostiles slowly thins once more. They have to remember the last time they fought Dick by himself, months ago when he was Nightwing-- it ended well for none of them then, so it certainly won't now.
To make quicker work of his opponents, Dick draws a pair of eskrima sticks to easily parry and counter the assassins' various weapons. He starts to notice that although the assassins are defensive against Rapunzel, they don't seem to be under any orders to attack her.
But surely there has to be a better reason than the length of her hair that's kept her in captivity. ]
We're nearly done.
[ He elbows an assassin in the face, one who'd attempted to attack him from behind. ]
Gather your hair.
When the smoke disperses, we leave.
[ Dick deflects several shuriken with his eskrima sticks, before intercepting an assassin's spear. His sticks seem to be durable enough that he uses them to snap the spear in two. He immediately kicks the spear's owner into the adjacent wall, just as he sheathes his eskrima sticks on his utility belt - only to pull out a smoke pellet in exchange.
He darts to Rapunzel's side and tosses the smoke pellet in the center of the remaining crowd. ]
To the plane. Now.
[ This time, Rapunzel can hop on the Batwing without fear of leaving Batman behind. He runs close behind her, encouraging her to lead the way as he keeps assassins at bay with concussive batarangs.
Before they can completely escape, though-- before Rapunzel can even step on the windowsill, she can hear a sharp and distinct cry behind all the clamor of the remaining assassins. A familiar calling of her name, albeit poisoned by entitled rage.
The voice of her so-called mother. ]