Jason knew that Dick would show. Bruce had trained his little Birdie well; there was no way that one of his hero complex ridden little soldiers was going to let innocent people struggle through a raging fire. Admittedly, Jason had failed to think that one through. He had thought all of the floors had been cleared prior to pulling the trigger on the explosives that he had rigged throughout the seventh floor. It was a business building, it had been late, and most of the floors had been cleared out save the shifty drug deal going on up in the seventh. As it had turned out, one of the employers had scheduled an unexpected meeting a few floors above, which made for an unpleasant surprise when Jason sent the floor beneath it up in flames. He hadn't even seen them coming into the building, which actually kind of annoyed him. But, hey. Casualties. It happened. Dickie-bird and his band of heroes would deal with it, as would the justice system. If neither showed? Jason would...well. He didn't know. Maybe he'd do something. Maybe he wouldn't. Fortunately for everyone, they'd never have to find out which option the Red Hood had decided to go with. From his spot perched on top of the roof across the street, Jason could easily see Nightwing darting through one of the windows. Right into the raging fires, too. Heart of a lion, that one. Jason rolled his eyes beneath the red hood he had placed upon his head. Too predictable.
Dropping the binoculars he'd brought along for the ride onto the edge of the roof, Jason picked up the pair of guns he'd propped at his feet and roped them along his shoulders. Hand grabbing at the ledge of the roof, Jason vaulted over it and expertly dropped down into the dark. A few roof hops later and he, too, emerged within the burning building. Most people would have fled right now if they were in his shoes. They didn't want to get caught with their hands dirty, they wouldn't want to get trapped in the flames of their own schemes, and they certainly wouldn't have wanted to double back and take on one of Bruce's best. But Jason was different. He thought, felt, and acted differently than both regular heroes and villains alike. He wanted to see his 'big brother'; they really did have a ton of catching up to do. The Red Hood stealthily moved throughout the flame ridden building, his black and red costume easily blending in with the dangerous surroundings. It didn't take very long for Jason to spot Dick moving along the seventh floor, clearly searching for any poor victims that the Hood might have left behind. It was too easy, finding him in this mess. He was, quite literally, a sitting duck. Bird. Whatever.
Grinning wildly beneath his mask, Jason darted out from the shadows. He moved quickly, going for a surprise hook right on into Nightwing's face. "Lookie who we have here," Jason said, using the speech as a tactic to distract. "All dressed up for the party and everyone but me has already gone. Don't worry, Dickie-Bird, I've got my last dance saved specially for you."