"That sounds promising," Dick intoned deeply as he roared out of the tower on a bike of his own. He'd put on the mask, the outfit, and with it his voice changed, even his demeanor. He was still Dick, but he was himself ready for anything.
He skirted through side streets and alleyways, wondering if he should intercept Huntress (which he was sure she'd resent) or find some other way to Arkham. The two of them hitting at different points would be advantageous, maybe take them off guard.
"You need me over there?" he asked Huntress. "If not, Oracle, lead me in some back way to Arkham."