Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear.

"RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out."

Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation.

"RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.

Connor had been kneeling on a rooftop for the better part of an hour waiting for a sign about the very people they were looking for. when he heard Tim come over their radios saying something about needing a status report but Connor was more focused on the couple in the street and watching a group of Joker gang thugs walkout from an alley behind them to notice. Before he could report the woman screamed and Tim in his usual impulsive way leaped into action pausing to flaunt and joke with the thugs.

This kid is going to get us killed one of these days. he thought to himself as he grappled to the nearby rooftop. Looking down he counted six total thugs each armed with a variety of knives. Great and they're bigger than we had anticipated. he noted as the thugs ignored the couple and turned to face Tim. Pulling out his escrima sticks Connor vaulted off the rooftop flipping through the air throwing two Bird-a-rangs as he did incapacitate two of the six thugs before landing behind a third and knocking him unconscious.
"You two head for safety" he barked causing one of the remaining thugs to turn to face him.
"Thank you so much!" the male said taking his partner's hand as the pair headed for safety.
Red Robin do you really have to toy with them before you take care of them?" he asked in an exasperated tone looking past the thugs as if they weren't even there.

Ivy was hidden in the shadows waiting for the best time to strike at these thugs she has been watching. They were part of the Joker gang who she hated with a burning passion because of what their old leader did to her mother. She watched quietly until she saw one boy drop from the roof top and make some lame joke about them being comedians. Ivy rolled her eyes when she saw another boy around the same age drop in as well. She smiled as she heard him say something about them being toys. As she whispered something into the darkness her pants quickly wrap around the thugs and suspends them in the air. Well what do we have here the men who followed a maniac and two handsome boys who think they know what they are doing She said with a smirk as she steps out from the shadows. Swinging her giant mallet over her shoulder and her hyena pups walking beside her. Walking right between the two boys right in front of the thugs hanging in the air. Now why don't you boys leave these thugs to me? She said twisting around to face them her red and black pigtails bouncing as she does.

"It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night." Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. "Besides, gotta make the job fun right?" Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, "You think I'm handsome huh?" Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, "Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags." He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. "Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?" He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.

Connor whirled around at the sound of another voice, the woman he saw before him was, well stunning and Connor was all too familiar who her parents were. Holding his escrima sticks out a bit he looked over to Tim before looking back at the girl a shrugging. "I'll tell you what," Connor began a grin stretching across his face. "We'll let you have them on one condition, Knock em out and take them to the police." he said grinning widely looking the woman directly in the eyes. "We don't need any more killers like them on the streets now do we?" he added coyly with a slight tilt of his head.

Ivy looked between the boys. She giggled at the one boy who said these thugs were his punching bags. "Darlin' by the looks of you" She looked him up and down "you know nothing of using thugs as punching bags." She smiled as the one name nightwing, she raised an eyebrow "You want me to hand these lowlife no good better off dead into the police?" She put one hand on her hip "You are handsome just like your dad, but don't know if smart like him." She said as she waves her hand which moves her plants and smacking the thugs into the brick wall knocking them out then does it again for good measure. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear "If you know who my mothers are then you should know my nature" giggling she leans away from him and looks between the boys once more "But since you asked so nicely and you are handsome I guess I can't deny your request." Waving her hand again she smacks the thugs against the wall again and twirls her finger dropping them hard on the ground. Just as her pups go over and stands over two of them drool dripping from their mouth. "On the other hand my pups are very hungry and I promised them a snack" she smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smile that mimics her mothers'.