If there was one thing that Bruce knew, it was that Gotham was a nasty place; even when it was snowing. The tree was up in the manor and the hallways were decorated. However, Bruce was bloodied and bruised from the night before's patrol and, as were you, his sidekick.

Bruce was wary of having another sidekick, after Jason and all. However, you needed to pulled out of the situation you had been in and he had needed assistance during patrols.

Watching you closely from across the hallway, he sighed softly. Your bedroom door was just about ajar and he could see your peaceful body, sprawled out on your bed. Despite being beaten and battered, you had dropped straight into your bed, refusing any injury treatment.

Sighing softly, Bruce gently pushed open your door, kneeling next to your bed and setting the first aid kit in his hand on the wooden floor. Lifting his hand and softly shaking your shoulder to wake you, he chuckled in slight amusement at your low groan.

Before you knew it, you were propped up on your bed as Bruce was gently dabbing the worst wound on you with an antiseptic wipe.

“Oh, kid, I know that you could be absolutely brilliant,” He muttered quietly, knowing you were likely too tired to remember it in the morning, “If I could get you out of this place.”