"Let him go," growled Nightwing. Fear mixed with anger boiled inside him suffocating his normal happy self. He was too late for Tim he couldn't be too late for Jason…but Jason lay unmoving. Jason wasn't one to stay down if he could fight or if he was dead for that matter.
"Take him, I've got pretty bird," cooed the woman. Why is he always pretty bird? Why not me? thought Jason halfheartedly his thoughts fading in and out of coherence. Jay gasped as the pressure was released from his windpipe. A hand dragged him from the back of his jacket. This attacker must be very fit if he could move a man of Jason build with so little effort. Standing Jason would be a good head taller than his attacker.
Nightwing took a step towards Mockingbird and Jason but found himself block by the woman. She sashayed toward the gray son of Gotham. A grin spread beneath her white leather mask. She was going to have fun with the pretty bird, not that any of his birds were ugly. If she didn't know better she would say Bruce's superpower was finding hot young orphans and turning them into the ultimate bad boy bachelors. Nightwing leapt into the air arms spread as he tried to get to Mockingbird. A clawed hand snapped out pulling the bird out of the air. Using her own momentum in combination with his, she sent the pair out the window.
Jason heard the sound of breaking glass and was just in time to watch Dick and the woman disappear into the night. The jagged glass was tinted red against the pale moon. If we survive this golden bird we are going to have a serious talk about the pro and cons of extra armor vs flexibility and ab visibility.
Nightwing plummeted toward the pavement, tucking into a ball as he summersaulted. Once, twice…the ground was a few seconds away, thrice at this point any sane superhero would shoot out a jumpline. But Nightwing was no ordinary hero. He completed his signature quadruple flip landing lightly on his feet. He had been the first who had chosen and raised as a hero. He had been the model for a whole generation of young heroes. He had emerged from Batman's suffocating shadow as a hero in his own respect. He had been fighting crime before most of the member of the Justice League in fact he had been fighting crime before the formation of the League. But he had been doing this long enough to know he wasn't invulnerable and even the least trained street thug under the right circumstances could get a luck shot.
The woman in the cat suit twisted sideways in midair landing on her feet. Her clawed hands unclipped the bullwhip on her belt. The whip broke the sound barrier with a snap. A front hand spring saved Nightwing as he lunched himself at her with both feet. Just as quickly she ducked his attack sending a pointed heel at his face. He caught her ankle in one fist stopping it dead inches from his face. Titanium claws slashed across his chest drawing warm blood which stained the blue bird crimson. But the wounds where artificial but it was this fact that caught Nightwing by surprise allowing the blow to land. He had been preparing for a deadly blow to his throat not the cat scratches that were painful not nearly crippling. A horrible thought struck him as he caught her remaining foot with his left hand he pinned her to the dirty ally's pavement. Mockingbird had inside information about the family. He had to have a source, to know Red Hood's relationship to Batman, how he had died, and to take out Red Robin at the strong hold that was titan tower.
"Game's over, I know who you are," spat Nightwing pressing a bit harder than necessary to keep the woman pinned. "When Batman finds out you had a hand in Red Robin's— he going to self-destruct. He will bring you down with him. He loved you."
"What gave me away, Pretty Bird?" said the woman. She wheezed slightly at the lack of oxygen but there wasn't any fear or anger in her voice only regret, which pissed Dick off more. "Was it the kitty cat ears? Come on how much more obvious could I have made it honey?" He tugged off her mask to revel full red lips and emerald eyes ringed with long dark lashes.
"Selina," hissed Nightwing spitting the name as if it were a curse.
"Careful, You are sounding more like your mentor honey," said Selina. Dick knew she didn't mean it as a compliment. Now what? He caught Catwoman what now? He couldn't just tie her up. She would be gone the moment he left to track down Jason. What would Batman do in his situation? Probably kiss her and have some weird romantic fling with the villain. Eww, nope that not going to work, he thought. Jason? It was fifty fifty between beating her to a pulp and the first option. Double ewww. …Tim he would have been 10 steps ahead most likely with at least two alternative ways of blackmail. Damian? Well, Dick didn't thick decapitation would get him any answers and he wasn't about to start following the logic of a twelve year old assassin. So he did what Nightwing would do… he pressed the communicator in this ear until he heard a click.
"Hey, how fast can you get to Gotham to do me a favor?" He could almost hear Wally smirk at the challenge.