[@King Kindred] [@Omega Man]

	Nightwing could not help but release an amused chortle as Longshadow delivered a response that would have given Alfred an aneurysm. If nothing else, the masked acrobat felt assured Longshadow’s wit and crass tongue survived the “bitch-slapping” he received from Congorilla. Granted, if anyone could weather a sucker punch from the oversized ape and came back spouting crude quips it would be Longshadow. Speaking of people who could survive the monumental impact the gorilla’s fist delivered, Superman came crashing through the Marriott. The living Kryptonian missile bit deep, sending shudders up and down the structure, shaking it to its core. The structure, to its engineer’s credit was well built, but Nightwing winced at the thought of numerous expensive rooms being destroyed by Kieran’s rapid passage. Hopefully, no one had been in the way.

	“How’s the face Supes.” He joked through the radio, peering over the edge towards Superman’s entry point. He considered climbing down to check on his friend’s wellbeing directly. Superman might have been Kryptonian, but even the neigh unharmable alien race could suffer physical damage if hit hard enough, his friend’s predecessor was a painful reminder that even the Supers were not wholly invulnerable. Besides, Nightwing reflected it had been a long time since they’d met face to face, too long in fact. With the battle wrapping up after Grodd’s retreat Nightwing decided a quick reunion would do him good. Fastening his jump line to the building’s edge Nightwing leapt into open space, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the wind whipped playfully at his raven hair. He plummeted a good hundred feet, sprinting straight down along the glass panels he had only just scaled until the line ran short and his internal harnessed arrested his rapid descent. With only a few meters left to go the acrobat jumped out and swung back in releasing his jump line and preforming a practiced mid-air somersault landing lithe as cat on the shattered windowsill.

	Uncertainty gripped Nightwing as he examined the building’s destroyed interior. Superman’s destructive path could not be summarized so easily. Like a bullet tumbling upon entry, it bore all the hallmarks of unsteady flight. Granted, the human form was not designed for neatly piercing a hotel wall. He blinked, trying to readjust his eyes to the dark, something must have killed the building’s power, leaving the masked hero little option but to call out a greeting into the shadows. “Superman, hello are you alright?” Even years of practice couldn’t keep the note of concern from Nightwing’s tone, as he searched for his friend amid the rubble. He knew it was unreasonable to be overly worried. One hit from Congorilla wouldn't down the newest man of steel, but Nightwing felt that all-too familiar clenching feeling in his gut. Not again, not again so soon. His constant fear for further loss gnawed at his nerves, driving him to ever greater efforts. Bitterly it reminded him of his last conversation with Bruce, the argument they shared and the heated words neither truly meant, and now they could never apologize for what was said. Breathe, he command himself, slowing his rapid heartbeat. Flash, Superman, they were all fine. They had to be. He just had to locate Kieran first and make sure.