Robin sort of caught the rhythm, kind of, jerkily, eyeing Nightwing just a little as he flipped one into three others. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he accused the taller crimefighter.
Kick, handspring, awcrap duck!! "Musical chairs?" he suggested to Beetle, right before swinging around to follow the gesture. He shrugged and shot a grapple to the clocktower on the left, barely noticing the black sky. "Good as any other, I guess!!"
A lift off, a swing, batting away another dive-bomber, and in that heady freefall space between detaching one grapple and shooting off the next, he abruptly heard a distinct and very loud *click*.