You hear the sickening crunch of bones breaking, and then everything goes silent. You don't dare peak your head out of your hiding spot, but when you hear a familiar voice, your eyes snap open.

“You’re okay, kid,” the Red Hood murmurs gently, and you see him knelt down just outside the nook. “He's been dealt with.”

You know that Crime Alley is protected by the likes of Red Hood, but you find yourself frozen in place, heart still pounding away in your chest.