Dick almost winced for the victim of his stick, but he didn't really have time to pay him much attention. Most of it was on Jason and his lack of focus. He wasn't talking back, not taking the bait. Nightwing could only imagine why with the things potentially running through his head and was currently glad he couldn't read minds. Jason's was bound to be a mess.
He recovered from his initial kick with a simple shuffle of his feet and blocked the attack to his face with his arm. Hand to hand combat had always been his specialty. The taser was new. He heard the voltage crackle dangerously. If he wasn't careful that could be lights out. He felt the heat of the weapon and moved. He didn't care at this point where he was going so he moved swiftly to Jason's side the point was to keep moving. Hitting a moving target was difficult. Another skill from Robin boot camp Day One. All these memories were not his favorite. Not everything had been bad, but some wounds just took longer to heal.
Speaking of wounds, he really was trying not to be attacked with high voltage electricity. At the same time he was aiming to get behind or above Jason to disarm him. Always stay on the high ground he could practically hear Bruce's voice as he jumped up to that aforementioned fire escape to grip the bottom stair in an attempt to kick the weapon free from Jason's hand.
He remembered the first time he met Jason in Bludhaven. The kid had spunk. Dick had been following Two-Face and Jason had been getting his gauntlet. He remembered specifically because Jason had thought fighting him had been the gauntlet. "I'm not your enemy Jason." He tried. He never wanted to do this, but it seemed in their family that was just how things got done.