It was almost time for Dick to start his own patrol. Midnight fell on the dot and Dick made his way toward the roof. He was still dressed in his civis, really not all that comfortable shedding them in the presence of the complex despite being fictional. Batman had worked it into his brain to keep it a secret, and that's how he always would treat it. Anyways he needed that separation. It was something both Tim and Bruce as much as he loved them, struggled with. Like hell he wanted to fall into the same pattern as the Batman. He was his own man with his own ways.
As he reached the roof and the appropriate shadows came into play, Dick performed a quick change. Just like back in the circus. The art of misdirection and preparedness( and it helped wearing his uniform under his clothes). As the shadows separated and moonlight lit his way toward Clark, Nightwing emerged in all black and blue form fitting Kevlar. He was muscular and athletic in build, the outfit was far less focused on armor and more geared toward agility than Tim's Robin suit, or Batman's own. It was light weight and sleek.
"I want to ask you something." He stated warmly with a quirk of his lips upward in amusement. He and Babs had their issues, but things would always be complicated with them and Dick was starting to accept that. He put a hand on Clark's shoulder in a friendly greeting as he passed by him toward the edge of the roof and looked down at the quiet city. "When you look down there, what do you see Clark?" He questioned as he let one of his feet lean up against the ledge of the rooftop and peered over his shoulder