Lucky for Dick, the not-batarang he had decided to throw at Jason struck him hard in the wrist, causing Jason - who had just decided to fire a shot at Dick's shoulder - to miss his mark entirely. The bullet ricocheted off a high spot on the fire escape, marking the beginning of Nightwing's little vanishing act. Red Hood quickly shook the pain away from his arm and tightened his hold on his weapon. He didn't move. Didn't turn. Didn't even breathe. Nightwing wasn't the only one that knew a thing or two about stealth tactics. Batman had trained him too.
To Nightwing's credit, his movements had been quiet enough to keep Jason from being able to detect his exact location. It was in that moment that the Red Hood decided that he was going to need to make a few upgrades - night vision, built into his mask, perhaps? - because figuring out where someone as talented as Nightwing was, crawling around in the dark and all, was no easy task. It was only the cross combination of Jason's own silence, the sound of Nightwing lunging out from behind him, and Jason assuming that Nightwing would attack him from behind that guaranteed that Jason was prepared for Nightwing's next attack. As Nightwing lurched out at him with the intent to snatch his gun away, the Red Hood twisted to the right, yanked his arm back, and dropped down low with a sweeping kick that Dick was going to have to jump to avoid.
"I know you're in my way," Red Hood shot back. He knew what Nightwing was trying to do. If he thought that sweet talking him was gonna keep him from going after Batman, the other ex-Robin was dumber than he thought.
His arms were already up before Dick could get a swing in. Fueled by frustration, Jason attempted to slam the side of his gun into Dick's face, hoping that the taste of hard metal would throw Dickie-bird off his game.