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He scooped up his gun on the way past, firing blindly over his shoulder (the bullets thankfully going far too wide) and disappearing down the nearest alley. Dick scrambled to his feet and took off after him, swearing under his breath.
He caught the flash of the guy's leather jacket disappearing round the next corner and heard another gunshot followed by a couple of thuds - like the sound of an extremely heavy fist hitting somebody's face, and that somebody hitting the floor, perhaps. He skidded to a halt round the corner and found his quarry on the floor, unconscious, with another man standing over him.
"...uh, thanks?"
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At least it's over quick. He didn't have to do much, just take a half step to the side and let nature run its course. Running headlong into a supersoldier's metal fist is enough to take anybody out quick without much thought or strategy behind it. The man's out like a light on the ground, bleeding pretty heavy from his now broken nose, and pursuer not too far behind him. Just in case the guy chasing the fallen man is also going to be a problem, he stays tense and at the ready, just in case this is a private feud he wasn't supposed to intervene in.
"You're-- you're welcome," he answers with a shrug of his shoulders, reaching to rub the back of his neck, and keeping his gaze down and turned away. Just in case. "Didn't mean to ... uh, interrupt you two."
[ ooc: i'm sorry this took me so long! it's been a rough few weeks. don't worry about replying if you're not feeling it anymore, there's no hard feelings! hope you're doing well regardless :) oh and if you're still up for loki as well let me know and i'll get back to them too! ]
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"Hey if you're gonna take out the bad guy for me, feel free to interrupt any time you like." Dick joked, crouching down beside the unconscious mobster and pulling out some cuffs, securing his hands behind his back while also checking him over for the effects of the stranger's hit. A broken nose, but no more serious damage than that, other than a probably concussion and a hell of a lot of bruising. Safe enough to drop off within easy reach of some cops, anyway, since they'd been after this guy for a while.
He was conscious of the other guy while he worked, though, ensuring he could always keep him in the corner of his eye, just in case, but after a little while he straightened up and turned to him.
"I'm Nightwing, by the way... if the costume didn't give it away."
[No worries! I never mind waiting, rl be like that sometimes. Totally still up for both <3]