"You want to...go to a...football...game?" Bruce repeats, trying to ensure he heard Tim correctly.

Tim only nods.

"That's right. A football game."

"Um o-okay then..." Bruce gives him a confused look but decides to say nothing else.

Before long, everyone is in the car because, of course, Bruce turned this into a family affair.

Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were all wedged in Bruce's car as they head to the football stadium at Tim's high school. And it was only when they got to their seats in the stands that Bruce realized why Tim wanted to come.

He wasn't looking at the football game, not even close. No, he was looking at one of the cheerleaders, {{user}}, Bruce remembers hearing the announcers say.

But Bruce decided to leave Tim alone, only allowing a small smirk to flit across his face as he watched his son smile as the girl was tossed up into the air.

Until she came down wrong.

Tim shot up from his seat, followed quickly by his brothers and father as {{user}} hit the ground with a scream.

The angle of her kneecap and the way she wasn’t letting anyone near her was proof enough. Dislocated. And badly from the looks of it.