"Get the door," Nightwing hissed to Robin before taking a knife to the chest.
Whether through skill or circumstance, the Joker's knife hit Nightwing in a seam on his costume. Nightwing rolled away, feeling the sharp pain of the cut (deep enough to bleed, not deep enough to bleed much), but still too heady with adrenaline to really register as it should have. "You're not toying with me?" Nightwing asked, a dark grin on his face. He flipped backwards, taking what Carrie called "the Nightwing pose" by crouching on a box.
"You think the most important thing we're doing is walking away with you? Here's a joke for you. What do you call three bats who get lost in a clown's house?"