Dick wasn't the only one with a Bat Sense. Duo didn't call his a Bat Sense, exactly, he called it his Get Out Of Dodge sense. Or, occasionally, an Oh Shit sense. It was the little hair prickle that was the bodily equivalent to the tumble of pebbles that preceded an avalanche.
It was, in short, an early warning.
He took the wireless earpiece back and shoved it in his pocket along with the other, flicking the music clip on his wrist to silent. The knives strapped to his arms were, by definition, within easy reach, and Vera on his back was a comforting weight.
If something was watching them with intent to chew, it was in for a fight.
Duo grinned at Dick, and adjusted his pace slightly, widening the gap between them a little. Harder to take out both of them at once if they weren't quite in range of each other. "I remember the elephant! Elsie... Annabel... no that's not it-- Edith!" He laughed, "Edith the elephant. It has a ring to it, don't you think?"
He had a talking green cat riding shotgun on his shoulder. That kind of made it easier to be casual about the Dick-being-Nightwing thing.
Heavy cat, actually. Duo shifted his shoulders, easing out the ache. "Yeah, I'd take that warning if I were you," he said, still grinning. "The Boyfriend was not really the party type. Unless you're up for bondage games anyway."
Oh, look. The shiver was back.
Duo shook his head, "Sometimes I just shouldn't say words. So how long you think until we get there? Or die. Both are fun."