Well, this was definitely one hell of an evening. Scratch that, actually, it had turned into something of a night…or at least the start of one, definitely. The final stray rays of light were beginning to dissolve into the ever-descending gloom that was Gotham's own alternative to a perfect, starlit night. He’d been on this pursuit for a while, a few hours actually. He’d been following them since he first caught sight of them closer to the heart of the city, since being notified of a jewellery store robbery (as naturally, on his patrol it couldn't have been anything hugely significant, he noted with something of a hint of irritation), and was becoming increasingly concerned with the man's sanity (or rather, lack thereof), considering that he never seemed to cease muttering to himself in a manner that strongly implied that he was addressing somebody. But the place was deserted.

Still, if he had had time to stop for a moment and fully consider the situation, Robin would perhaps have noticed that as he rounded the corner, batarang already in hand and ready to strike at less than a moment's notice, a deep sense that perhaps, he was being watched.

It was only when he was forced to hesitate for a moment before a brick wall that he acknowledged his uncertainties, sensing a gnawing feeling in the back of the mind; almost an itch between his shoulders. In that single moment, he felt the impulse to turn around because, in the back of his mind he knew that there was somebody else nearby, silently cursing his own impulsiveness. And still he merely sprinted on after the petty thief, and even when he did turn about, to see nothing, his eyes were drawn to one particular spot, his suspicious gaze lingering a moment more than needed before aiming a grapple gun and launching himself over the wall, landing moments later atop a building, with the precision of an individual who had performed the maneuver countless times before, and merely continued to track the man from above.

Glancing back only very briefly, he assured himself that there was absolutely nothing to see, however he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that on the other side of the wall was someone. His eyes would even "track the path" of the other person as they walked a path on the other side of the wall. Rationally speaking, he had no proof that anyone was there at all, but this is almost a psychic bond; he knew that there was somebody there. Hostile forces, at that.

The thief appeared to be dressed in black, almost entirely, with an occasional (possibly imagined) flash of white or red here and there, and hair that was long enough for it to jerk with the wind whenever the individual made too sharp a corner in a vain attempt to cause Robin, of all people, to fall behind. As the night drew on from twelve o’clock to three o’clock, he was finally beginning to notice the slowing pace of the person he’d begun tailing. Just in time, too; they were getting further away from the city center and drawing ever closer to the Narrows, and considering that the Bat had previously mentioned his interest in "observing" the activities of a gang in that precise location, he did not exactly want to descend into the area if he had the choice. He wanted a solo patrol tonight, thanks.

Alright, let’s go.

He swung, his movement creating a perfect arc as Robin rounded into a kick that sent the man and his newly acquired possessions sprawling over the tarmac. Mere moments later, his initial uncertainties that he was being followed were confirmed when the unmistakable crack of a bullet resounded in his ears from behind, however the sound following afterwards came as a surprise. Frowning ever so slightly from his position in the shadows, he turned and a steel gaze softened almost immediately as it locked upon the familiar figure standing a considerable distance from him, with an unmoving figure a his feet that assumingly was the source of the gunfire.

Something of a smile visible upon his generally somewhat stoic features, his form parted from the shadows as he stepped into the view of the Darkhawk, who seemed almost immediately after speaking to glance behind him, as though looking for something...or someone, he corrected. Taking a sharp outtake of breath that could have been considered to be something of a controlled laugh, or at least display of mild amusement, he cleared his throat as to have the other's attention draw back to him, "Thanks. But I could've taken him, y'know. Maybe." His smile widening at the prospect of actually spending time with somebody his age, who wasn't Cass (as much as he enjoyed spending time with her), as it was always good to meet new people as well, before he added almost as an afterthought, "...Long time no see. How've you been?"