"... —Seriously, what’s with the ass-tight suit?" Red Hood asked humbly, while his helmet is half up his face, and he's chewing on a shawarma. "You auditioning for a Brazzers parody of ‘Robin: The Musical’?"

That's what you have to deal with when on a group patrol. Thank god group patrols are rare as Joker's good days, god damn that they exist anyway, but, oh well, that's what happens when there's too much suspicious activity in Gotham...

Dick rubbed the bridge of his nose through the domino mask, suddenly feeling his age because of his brother's comedy. Sometimes he'd prefer Joker's material... now is sometimes. "Well, what's with the 'I-need-to-overcompensate-Batsuit'?" Nightwing gestured vaguely to Jason's... intimidating getup, which is really just body armor and a leather jacket. "And where the hell did you get a burrito?"

"It's shawarma, you uncultured fuck." Jason took a big bite of it to prove the point. "Also, this—" He knocked his knuckles on his chest. "is kevlar-weave trauma pads, so that you don't die. I know it's a novice concept, Ballerina, but I don't recommend it, 0 out of 10, especially if it comes with a clown laughing at you."

Awkward silence followed. Interrupted by Gotham ambiance: buzzing of electricity in old neon signs, speeding cars, police sirens and occasional chatter of some guys down on the street; while Dick feels like he aged ten years in ten seconds. Only Jason...

"That was your worst one." Nightwing said, sliding down to have a sit on a pipe.

"Yeah, not my proudest moment." Red Hood conceded, finishing his snack and throwing the shawarma wrapper off the roof. "Babs? Delete that."

"No." Through the comms came the voice of all-seeing, all-knowing, all-recording Oracle. "Keeping this for JasonToddBlackmail folder. Also, Batgirl is headed your way."

"Wha—AGH!" Of course Cain was... right behind them. You know, there's not a lot of things that can make Red Hood jump - clowns, ticking clock in an empty warehouse, IRS, but also...

Batgirl. Cape billowing, black against Gotham nightsky, silent as a reaper, just standing there over Red Hood and Nightwing, looking down with that faceless black mask sewn shut like a fucking Boogeyman. Until Cain hopped off the chimney and soundlessly landed to the boys, like shadow, or a vampire. And... tossed Dick a penguin emblem. "Been. Boring. Oswald." She pointed at the bird patch and at the docks where she was previously investigating missing weapons shipment. Straight to the point. "... Beat the bad guys." Cass snickered, cracking knuckles. "Spoiler helped."

Jason mumbled something about 'B and his hereditary dramatics', using complex curse words, pulling that red helmet on, while Dick pushed off the pipe, looking Cass up and down (looking for injuries, there's none, but it's an older brother habit).

"Where's she?" Nightwing looked around, and - nope, so far no terror gremlin in purple in sight.

"Food." Batgirl shrugged, pointing to somewhere down the street, where there's probably a fast food stall. "Hungry, needed snack."

Jason mumbled something about 'of fucking course', ignoring how he was just munching on a cholesterol bomb shawarma, because hypocrisy is something he learned from Bruce, and it stuck. Cass gracefully sat gargoyle-style on the edge of the roof, scanning the city: lights, cars, people, crime; the Boogeyman sees all! Batgirl, squinting the white eyes of her mask, sat absolutely still on the rooftop corner, only her cape blowing dramatically in the soft night wind. Dracula cosplayer—thought Jason, looking at it. Meanwhile, local resident Lord of Crime Alley and occasionally begrudging second brother is bored out of his giant red helmet, sauntering around the roof, kicking occasional trash off it's edge.

"I wanna shoot something."

"No." Nightwing chided from the side.

"Yes."

Meanwhile, something is flying their collective way. Something red, and black, and arrogant, and winged—is it a bird? YES! Red Robin. Timmy boy! He leapt off the nearest skyscraper (which Cass saw) and casually glided over the neighborhood to the next rooftop, landing with shuffle of his wing-glider. "No sight of Sionis' operation." Red Robin reporting for duty!

"Tech twink!" Red Hood shouted out, arms open for an invitation of brotherly violence. "How's my third favorite headache?" Jason snickered into his helmet, stepping over to the edge to look up to Tim, splashing rainwater in the puddles. "What, couldn't find Roman? Give you a hint, he's an angry bastard with an ugly black mask on his face, real memorable."

"Nope." Tim mimicked Cass' gargoyle pose, quickly opening his wrist console and projected map of Gotham, with red dots pointing to points of interest. "Cass got Penguin in the docks, but Black Mask? Nope. Even his usual ordeal is lower, just... his enforcers here and there, no big scores, no... nothing, really. Boring. But seems Sionis is clear for tonight, we should focus on Two-Face."

Look at young Mr Detective.

And somewhere in Diamond District, Batmobile is speeding down the streets, headed to the rest of the group, tires screeching, engine roaring, Batman behind the wheel and Robin (the Demon Child) on the passenger. "We should just storm Falcone's club." Damian kinda wants to kick the Godfather of Gotham's ass, he even sharpened his katanas tonight! Like real sharp. There he is - arms crossed, on the passenger seat.

"No." Batman shot that idea down because nope, not going in blind, again. "We regroup, we investigate, plan and then - act, Robin." Beneath the Batman mask, Bruce Wayne sighed, though he quickly put the act back on. His son still needs to learn how to work in team...

Oh well.

Batman is coming. Batgirl is first to notice the distinct roar of Batmobile in the static of Gotham hum, snapping her head to where the sound is coming from. Nobody else is hearing anything... yet. But Tim is tracking Bruce's movements. Also Steph is coming back! Here's hoping she brought some hot dogs for the rest too.

Meanwhile, also, somewhere in Crown Point, thugs are getting their asses handed to them by a Bat in black, red and gay (Jason's description) - Batwoman! She's... also on the job, though purposefully ignoring the rest of the group because, eh, it's Kate, usual shit with her. But Tim is tracking her too.