Having blithely (all right, not... blithely, but with a minimum of angst, which is pretty fucking blithe for them, okay) disregarded Bruce's instructions for the time being, Dick and Tim are here, not to save the day, but batarang/punch/variously destroy some sentinels. They take them down with systematic one-two hits of varying types, each executed with ridiculous skill — ridiculous because they're Nightwing and Robin right now, colored kevlar and all, but also ridiculous for the fact they are normal squishy humans.

Nightwing avoids a spray of rubber bullets with the ease of long practice, bounding in close to upend the sentinel and damage its shooting device.