He glanced towards the rooftops of Bludhaven, his pale gold eyes almost instantly recognizing the black-and-blue scheme of the one who had taught him.
“Nightwing? Why are you following me?”
"Following is such a harsh word," he answered with a smirk and a shrug. His shoulders rolled and he gestured to the streets below. "I think it’s more a matter of us simply going the same direction, ya know?"