[color=red]"It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night."[/color] Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. [color=red]"Besides, gotta make the job fun right?"[/color] Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, [color=red]"You think I'm handsome huh?"[/color] Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, [color=red]"Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags."[/color] He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. [color=red]"Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?"[/color] He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.