Dick laid motionless on the floor, feeling the unconscious body of the electrocutioner by his side. He was running out of time. He could hear Dent's footsteps pacing the place. He probably had his silver revolver, glaring in every direction, waiting until the smoke cleared. If Dick didn't do anything soon, Gordon will die, the electrocutioner will die, and Nightwing will probably follow suit after being tortured... But then he heard fighting. Did Gordon have an advantage? Was he winning? Will he have to tell Barb the bad news? He couldn't tell. He was sure he could get the upper hand on Two-Face. Take the main boss hostage, and see how that goes-- Someone tripped on him! He was now being pulled up by his suit, which was impressive considering her condition, and before he could make a sound she seemed to know what she was doing.

This was a true test, as she put her arms behind her back, went up close to his body, and made him hold out his weapon to her neck. A fake hostage situation. Could he trust Abbie? She didn't seem like a horrible villain when they were playing pool days ago in Wayne Manor, she seemed a bit clueless about her father's true identity, but then again she could also have the same condition as her adoptive father, multiple personality syndrome... Was he going to take these odds? Yes. One of Bruce's rules: When an opportunity opens, take it. there will never be a time where you can't think you way out of a situation. 

The smoke was clearning, and Nightwing was now playing along, the electrocutioner still on the floor, his escrima sticks against the soft skin of Abigail Dent. Her sobbing was convincing, pleading to her dad. Nightwing glared at the hideous man, who for a while looked at his daughter miserably with a broken heart, wanting to hold her and make everything alright... But then that changed quickly. "Killing isn't the way you do things, Nightwing. You don't got the balls." Two-Face snarled. 

Of course he was right, he would never kill anyone intentionally, but Dick didn't hesitate, he didn't move his weapon away, instead, he ignited the sparks off the tip (they weren't lethal, and not close enough to shock her), making Abbie and Two-Face jump a bit. "Still a gambling man, Harvey? Not good having that habit... Let the Commissioner go. And Buchinsky. I'll give her back." Nightwing said, trying his best to hide that small amount of fear in him, staring down the man that traumatized him. There was a pause that felt like eternity, Nightwing's arm was wrapped around Abbie, his weapon still near her neck, her sobbing quiet but still there. Finally Two-Face spoke. "Fine. But give me the girl first."

"What's the matter? Don't trust me?" Nightwing asked, hesitating a moment before letting her go, Abbie seemed confident in the way she stood, saying he meant it. Call him crazy, but he let go of her on that instinct alone. Harvey Dent embraced his daughter gently, looking at her up and down to see if she was injured anywhere else other than her arms. When Nightwing moved away and looked down at the Electrocutioner, he heard the magnum revolver click. Dick turned to see the infamous coin in one hand, and the revolver in the other pointed at the unconscious villain. "he doesn't walk away from here with a little negotiation. We're going to let fate decide..." 

Nightwing's armor couldn't take another hit, it would pierce through and do some serious damage. There was nothing he could do unless he wanted to kill both of them right now. So he watched hopelessly as Two-Face flipped his coin, caught it, and looked down. A short pause occurred, and then he lowered his weapon. "Next time fate won't be on your side, Boy... Remember that."

Harvey started to walk away with his Daughter, and when they left, Dick fell to his knees and sighed heavily. That was a tough one. Both physically and mentally. He was now left here with a knocked out villain, a warehouse of goons, and himself. That was until Commissioner Gordon came out of hiding, putting his weapon away (he took it off a henchman's unconscious body). "I was going to shoot if he tried anything..." Gordon said, looking at the masked hero. "You look like shit... My boys can handle it from here, Nightwing..." Gordon said gently, patting him on the shoulder. 

"I'll wait until your backup arrives, then I'll head out... They didn't get you bad, how're you holding up?"

"As an old man and veteran of being yours and Batman's janitors, I'm holding up fine. I've been through worse." 

"That's true... Thanks, Jim."