Kidnapping Nightwing was an even bigger mistake than Jason had realized. Sure it made Batman doubly interested in figuring out the Red Hood and his agenda but it also kept the golden boy on Jason's ass where Bruce might have otherwise been able to glower him into submission all the way back to Bludhaven.

"Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, Hood?"

Yeah. His bad.

"With a dead Nazi weighing on my conscience? Yeah. Yeah, I do actually. Sweet of you to ask."

He dodged the first kick, blocked the next punch. Dick was only testing the waters right now, which go figure. Jason grinned nastily behind his helmet. He might be his long lost brother. He wasn't much in the mood for playing with kid gloves though. Nightwing grunted, his face meeting rough brick hard, while Jason twisted his arms tight behind his back.

"Funny," he said next to Dick's ear, "Pretty sure I remember you taller."