Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear.

[color=red]"RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report."[/color] An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. [color=red]"Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out."[/color] 

Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation.

[color=red]"RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!"[/color] With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. [color=red]"Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage."[/color] He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, [color=red]"Who wants first dibs?"[/color] He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. [color=red][i]Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.[/i][/color]