He hadn't lied when he had told Dick that he was an object of interest. There was something about the boy that Gabriel found, well, amusing. As he outright declared, that really didn't bode well for poor Dick. Dick. Gabriel smirked. Aw, it was too easy. He couldn't mock the name. Much. Little did poor little Dick know, not all of the street thugs that the oh-so magnificent Nightwing was currently taking on happened to be actual street thugs. The somewhat edgy looking one circling his buddies from the back was, in fact, an illusion created by one Gabriel himself. He needed to keep close tabs on the vigilante. What better way to do so than to throw a skewed image of himself out into the fray? The archangel was perched atop a roof a little ways down the street, focusing on the scuffle between the crooks and Nightwing through the eyes of his magic made thug. He had promised himself that he'd give Dick a hard time. What better way to do so than to thrust the one thing he didn't seem to want to believe right on top of him?
With a wide grin stretching across his face, the Trickster snapped his fingers. As Nightwing fought, his entire outfit began to melt into something completely different. It grew darker. Black. The mask on his head grew two pointed ears at the top, every bit of it's features stretching into something that was created for the purpose of inducing terror upon any unfortunate enough to ever see the mask in person. His costume was changing right before the thugs' very eyes. Nightwing was turning into Batman. Dick, whether he was prepared for it or not, was being forced to face his future.
Sort of. Even if he wasn't quite aware of it yet.
Chuckling, Gabriel snapped his fingers again. A chocolate bar fell from the air and he caught it between his hands. Playing the role of the Trickster might have been degrading for an archangel, but he couldn't deny that it was downright entertaining.