Several seconds later, Nightwing drops back down with a mouthful of thick sticks and branches. He drops them in a pile near the others, but not too close, and gathers them together into a neat heap. He leans in close and unleashes a small, powerful jet of flame at them, creating a makeshift campfire. "There you go, all you gotta do now is cook 'em," he says with a smile. He walks over to the pile of rabbits, grabs one and swallows it down. "Did you get me two, Hunter?" He asks, surprised.