Terry had stakes with him as well-just incase he ran out of batterangs. But batterangs were just so much more fun. They were kind of his signature. Batman, batterang. It made sense! It was one of the few things in this crazy city that did. But at least now that he was out he felt more human, he felt things starting to click into place again. Understood who he was, and why he was. For the longest time after the Joker's "treatment" he was lost. It made everything twice as hard, because he lost himself. Lost his identity, and staying in that tower wasn't helping. He belonged outside. In the suit, doing what he loved.
It showed in his actions. He was meant to be a hero. Watching the woman run, making sure none of the vampires escaped. Even though one of them cackled. "Meals on wheels!" Terry rolled his eyes. "Was that the best you could do? Really..." He shrugged mockingly and side glanced at the vampire who was red in the face one second, and distracted with the new voice the next. So was he. Night Wing watched a girl approach the fight as if it were a normal every day thing-and he watched in disbelief. What the hell was she doing? Was she trying to get killed? was she-crack!
His thoughts were interrupted as a vampire saw the distraction and grinned toothily while Terry tried to push himself back up. Coughing as the wind was knocked out of him. "What are you doing?" He said as the vampire who'd knocked him down approached, and without looking he effortlessly threw another batterang. "Do you have a death wish or something?" He didn't realize she was a slayer-it wasn't like he'd seen her before. He knew Faith. He knew Buffy. This new girl didn't look like either of them.