Fuck. Fuck. Grif's heart is in his ears as Dowling rounds on him. There's a tiny voice somewhere in the center of his panic that still thinks it's fucking hysterical, this is Batman. Somehow, something about that helps.
When he sees Nightwing approaching the window, he shifts back along the far wall of the room to keep Dowling's attention here and his back to the window.
"Nah," he says. "But this might."
And then here comes Dick through the window, while he goes for the belt Grif sweeps in to try and take out Dowling's legs.
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When he sees Nightwing approaching the window, he shifts back along the far wall of the room to keep Dowling's attention here and his back to the window.
"Nah," he says. "But this might."
And then here comes Dick through the window, while he goes for the belt Grif sweeps in to try and take out Dowling's legs.