Tim shrugged, pressing his communicator and asking, "Steph? You coming with us?" After a brief pause, a tinny reply came, "Yeah, with you in a second."
[I'm not actually sure I know Dick had one as Nightwing and then Damian pimped out the Batmobile, but just go with it, because I'm pretty sure Tim doesn't have somekind of Timobile ]
Dick watched as Damian got into the Batmobile and followed suit.
Dick punched the Batmobile into gear, and threw the armoured car out of the cave. He turned and grinned at Damian before turning his attention to the communicator. “Still with us?”
“Right.” Dick tired not to sound too embarrassed. Then again, the Jason stuff had really been eating at him. He shifted gear and carried on hurtling towards central Gotham.
“You try being Bruce.” Dick muttered angrily, not appreciating the joke. “Its not as easy as he made it look.” He pulled the Batmobile to a stop and jumped out. “Anything?” He asked, directing the question to Tim.
Dick froze as he noticed Tim stop. He glanced at the shadows to his left and half rolled into them, hoping he’d avoid being seen. He inched along the wall and came to a stop behind Tim. “What are you looking at?” He hissed.
Damian glanced at Steph and shrugged. “I think he’s still crying over what happened to my father. And I think he’s blaming himself for Jason still being out here on the streets.” Damian’s face morphed into an ugly sneer. “I think he’s pathetic.”