Dick lay in his bed, all but hacking up a lung as he argued with his adoptive father. He'd gotten a fever, despite rarely getting sick. "Bruce, I'm alright, I can patrol," Dick's voice was hoarse, and he didn't even know if he could stand without getting too dizzy, but, he'd be damned if he missed patrol. "You're being too cautious," he looked up at Bruce, who was tugging on the Nightwing costume. Yes, Dick had covered for Bruce as Batman time after time again, but, he could pull off and look the part.

The Nightwing costume looked about ready to snag at the seams as Bruce pulled it on. Bruce ignored Dick's warning as he put on the domino mask. "Lay back down, Dick. You need rest." He gave his son a certain warning look, and Dick shut up immediately and obliged with laying back down. "Don't take any of the fun stuff," Dick smiled weakly up at his mentor, who like a shadow, disappeared from the safehouse without another word.

Bruce knew that Bludhaven's crime was different from Gotham's, hell, no city's was as bad as Gotham's, so, for most of the night, in Bruce's perspective, he was stopping break ins or getting cats down from trees. Helping old ladies cross the road, that type of thing. Of course, it wasn't literally that easy, but compared to say, Bane or Killer Croc? Yeah, it was that easy.