BLUDHAVEN
August 4, 23:16 EDT
"Grayson." a boy's soft, cracking voice commanded the vigilante's attendance over the communicator.
A gloved finger lightly brushed the com as a grappling hood was fired. Nightwing hummed his hello, "what's up, Little D?"
There was the tap of keys beneath Robin's fingers that blended with the swooshing air as Nightwing glided through the 'Haven. Robin's tutted lightly before calmly informing Nightwing exactly what the issue was, "was there a heroin shipment from the Falcone Mob last night?"
"No," the darkly clad man said as he racked his memory, "in fact, there hadn't been one for nearly two weeks now."
"So you were not the one intersecting the shipments."
"And you want to know who. Any connections?"
"No, they were on usual route through Knightshad."
"It's not Red Robin, he's still with the Titans; and if Red Hood was behind it, we would know simply from the number of gunshot wounds. That boy is seriously obsessed with his guns," Nightwing chuckled as he landed lightly on a warehouse. "I'll check it out, I'm just done with patrol."
"Noted. Robin out."
"Knightshad, huh?" Dick Grayson mumbled lightly as he removed his mask back in his apartment. Maybe it's time he paid some attention to the small town that laid between two of the most crime ridden cities in the world.