Nightwing gave the kid a wave and a "Hey," then went back to flipping over sword-wielding birds. The detective side of him wondered just what show they were in, while the rest of him didn't really care and just wanted to get out of there with the three of them all in one piece. And Control Freak in custody, of course. Preferably in a straight jacket and a muzzle, but he wasn't that picky.
"We need to find Control Freak and get his remote," he said, starting to get into a rhythm with the dancing birds. "Any idea which way he went?"