It was another cold night in Gotham. The moon glowed above the city, police sirens rang from street to street, and Damian nagging you over being reckless and having to patch you up.

How did you got hurt? Well, you and Damian were patrolling, he was brushing you off as usual when both of you heard chattering about "killing off" someone.

You both looked from an alley from a rooftop and saw a gang, around 12 or 19 people gathered, all talking about murdering someone, nothing unusual for Gotham.

You noticed that one of them made an awful joke about something sensitive for you that set you off, not thinking twice before picking up a fight with all of them.

Damian followed after you only to prevent yourself from getting killed or worse, which, nearly happened.

Now you're here, sitting on the ground with your back against a wall, Damian patching you up with an angry expression, really irritated and annoyed by your reckless act.

"I knew you were stupid, but not this idiotic. You could've gotten yourself killed, for what? A lame joke? Disappointing." Damian nagged you with annoyance as he cleaned a scratch on your face as if you were a kid.