[Dick's way more comfortable operating at night. He'd spent a good chunk of the day looking for information and trying to find out what had happened to everyone else, but once the sun had started falling, he'd known he needed to get out there and get stuff done. If Bruce was dead, he'd want them to defend Gotham, and Dick couldn't let his own feelings get in the way of what needed to get done.

He stepped out of the shadows, still feeling a little ridiculous - like he was wearing his dad's pajamas and they didn't quite fit right - but ignored it, getting straight to business.]

Hey. [He extended a hand, offering her a comlink.] Keep this on you. I don't trust the network in ports like this in case someone's been tossed overboard and integrated into the reality of this world.