Tension, wow. Not like he's surprised at the fact, and he understands — at least he thinks he does, maybe not fully, but enough — but he's pretty sure this guy just narrowly avoided getting splattered all over the wall, Nightwing's first instinct to batarang the gun out of Judith's hand aside. The safety's on, so he makes the projectile disappear again, easing slow and careful into the scene.

"We can help," he says to Leila softly, referring to Holmes and Robin, zipstrip in hand. It's an adjustable, nigh unbreakable plastic restraint. "I can take him outside. And they can help you secure the room."

The mask hides his eyes, but he's watching Judith. And he's keenly aware of Bruce's presence, but ignores it for the time being.