Dick was on patrol. Nothing special tonight, some mugging, a drug deal or two, but now… now it was different. he heard some shouting and immediately thought the worst. He looked down from the rooftop and saw someone in the corner of the alley. He suspected another drug dealer, so he hopped down. upon inspection, it wasn’t a dealer, hell it wasn’t even an adult. It was a kid. Like no older than 14 type of kid. he walks a little closer and sees the kid crouching in front of something. He looked… a cat. It was a cat. “Hey, kid.” He says softly, not trying to scare them. “You ok? You look pretty scratched up” he says, staring at the scratches on their arms and hands.