"Oh thank God," Red Hood exclaimed as they found themselves in a warehouse with a strange machine, guilty looking guy, John Constantine just finishing casting a spell and three Bats looking on expectantly.

"I told you it was this rat," Dick said smugly, holding a cat.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," Jason waved him off and threw the rat away.

The cat immediately jumped out of Dick's hands and took off after it.

"Thank you," Red Hood said to John.

"Don't sweat it, Kid," the magician replied, lighting a cigarette. "Did you have fun?"

"Yup," Nightwing bounced on his heels.

"Constantine! Hood! Did you brought another Nightwing instead of ours?" Damian demanded.

"Of course not," Jason, John and Dick replied in unison.

"It's just that Nightwing has different suit," Red Robin explained.

"I had to borrow one, because… I… lost mine," Dick said sheepishly.

Jason snorted and Dick elbowed him in the side.

"Um," the guy piped up uncertainly. "Can I go now, please?"

"Good idea," Red Hood nodded and tugged at Dick. "Let's go."

"You need to change and then I'm blowing this suit up."

"But I kind of like it," Dick whined.

"No," Jason denied. "This has to go."

"You just like me for the fingerstripes," Nightwing pouted.

"And you like me for my jacket," Jason fired back.

Not that seeing Dick in his Red Hood get up wasn't hot. Hmm, maybe he could persuade Dick to go out as him sometime.

"I still have your suit from New York," Red Hood mused, trailing off suggestively.

Dick spend a few seconds in a futile attempt to get the image out of his head to not to embarrass himself in front of the entire family.

"Yep," he said, tugging Red Hood behind for a change. "We're going now. Bye!"

"These two, huh?" Constantine grinned at a very disgruntled Batman.

"Fucking finally," Red Robin rolled his eyes.

"Wait! What?!" Robin cried. "Hood, don't you dare to defile Nightwing!"

Meanwhile in another universe two figures met on a rooftop.

"New look?" Nightwing smirked at the man wearing red helmet and brown leather jacket.

"Shut up," Jason grumbled. "I already had it ready before they showed up."

"Mhmm," Nightwing hummed looking at the city. "I have to make another new suit, since I gave the last one away."

"Yeah?" Jason said with interest.

"Yes," Dick smiled at him. "Any suggestions?"

"Well," Red Hood pretended to think it over. "How do you feel about fingerstripes?"