As Nightwing, there wasn’t many things that could get the better of him, but during a late patrol, he bit off more than he could chew, taking on two different thugs practically twice his size, he’d gotten one thug knocked out cold but the other had pistol whipped the back of his head, sending him crashing into the alley wall, backup at least ten minutes out he braced for impact, but when a hard whack echoed through the alley, he was fine, cracking his eyes he was faced with a street kid, mid-teens and drenched from the rain, holding a steel pipe over the now collapsed thug, panting softly