In Person: Selina/Dickie/Stephie
[Dick was in the batmobile attempting not to mow people over on his way to City Hall. He watched the map as he approached the nearest place to stash it to where the comm tracker said Steph and Selina were.
Shockingly it was a good place to stash. The kevlar forgone, long sleeved black cooling shirt he wore under it was still on, a pair of black military cargo pants (flame retardant!) and his utility belt was as good as it got for the time being. Eskrima stick in one hand, brass knuckles on the other he didn't run into much trouble on the way to where Selina and his sister were- but the trouble he did run into received every ounce of anger Dick had. He didn't know all the details, he was immediately suspicious - they'd have to wait to find out for sure - but he was not having his sister on the streets and finding out in any other way.
He heard a loud crack of the jaw he was punching and the snap of the nose that was meeting his knee, and he had barely registered that he'd been fighting at all. His intent was 100 yards away, and he started to run.
He wasn't quite out of breath, it was only 100 yards, but he was terrified. Nervous. He couldn't fix this and he knew that going in. But even as he approached the two he cleared his throat.] Ladies.