Nightwing appeared next to her almost out of thin air. "This isn't the Apocalypse. This is just a headache caused by some freak with powers. I've seen the end of the world. When it happens, I'll tell you." Dick rubbed the bridge of his nose and tried to will more energy into his body. It seemed like it never ended. His suit was so torn that it was practically just a pair of pants accentuated with some gloves and a mask. "Although I swear I heard Bruce telling a joke the other day, so maybe you're right."
One of the strangest thing was that life, for better or for worse, was going on. In the more devastated parts of the city (and, Dick assumed, the world) people joined together in shelters and so forth. But in the relatively unscathed areas, people still went to work. They ate at restaurants. A lot of people had high-tailed it out, but there was a minority of the population who had seen worse and wasn't about to let chaos ruin their day.
"When this is all over, you and I are going somewhere. I don't know where. Far away from demons and supervillains and the Cave." Nightwing dug in some nearby rubble for a moment before emerging with a red can in his hand. He pointed it the nozzle of the fire extinguisher at a piece of flaming masonry and sprayed. "Buildings, too. I'm not big on buildings at the moment."