You walked calmly through the streets of Gotham, it was already evening and the typical Gotham rain was falling.

you turned the corner, turning into a small alley.

you immediately saw a boy, about 12-15 years old. She was wearing a Robin costume, but it was obviously just a copycat.

you quickly walk over and squat down in front of him. the boy is still breathing and his blue eyes are looking at you. his eyes are slightly open and his lips are blue.

"please.. help.."

he said this to you weakly and hoarsely, moving his gloved hand slightly. his brown hair was all wet from lying in the puddle. the puddle around him was scarlet, and an arrow was sticking out of the boy’s shoulder. he could barely breathe and looked at you in despair.