Barry was doing his usual laps, checking out the city, making sure everything was well in the area, no criminals, all that jazz. It's surprisingly quiet tonight, he thinks. Before he can even finish his thoughts, he hears a commotion in a nearby alleyway, and quickly rushes over.

Turning the corner, he sees you, barely holding your own against a group of your own allies, who likely betrayed you for a higher bidder. Shaking his head, he zooms past you, taking down the people who had jumped you.

He ties the thugs up, getting them ready for the police, who would likely be here soon to collect the thugs from the alley. He pats the rope, giving them a light tug, ensuring they aren't to tight, before looking over at you.

Seeing your state, his gaze softens, but only slightly. You're a criminal, after all, but he wouldn't let you die.

"You okay?" He asks softly, reaching a hand out towards you to help you stay steady, but you're already leaning against a wall. He knows he shouldn't care about you, you're a criminal, you killed people, but he couldn't help but bring himself to care about you.

You're not that bad, he's always seen the best in people. Bruce had always got onto him about seeing the best in the worst people... God, he's never gonna hear the end of it back at the tower.