Normally he wasn't in the thick of things like this, knowing his best survival chances were not in the middle of a warehouse swarming with thugs packing various weaponry. Sometimes though, best survival chances for him meant waiting too long and things getting on the street that reduced other people's survival chances. The Oracle logo flashed in his eyepiece at the communication, and he tapped his mask to accept it while shifting to the side of a knife and hefting the thug bodily into one of his fellows, immediately ducking and kicking a knee as someone came toward him with an ax. It made a disturbing crunch.
"Tell me its urj-." He stopped his sentence, though not his motions, taking the ax from a thug. He used its handle to shove under the chin of someone incoming, then dropped it onto the toe of a hefty man trying to grab him from behind. He felt the lurch, snapped his head back into a nose and dove under one of the vehicles.
"Well, there's a reason to cancel any parades." His tone was not one of jesting though. He pushed the ax out, hooking its bottom side around an ankle rushing past the other side of the disabled suv, then was rolling out from under the vehicle, heel snapping on the thug's head so he lay still.
Babs vaguely heard someone ordering the place to be lit up. There was a few swift breaths from Dick that indicated he was sprinting, then giving a little grunt, sliding across the floor. He stayed under his shelter, cupping his hand as the steady thunder of shots sounded.
He waited till there was a pause in the firing, voice low. "Sorry, didn't get that last. Are you all right?" There were shuffling sounds. He was moving, hurrying.