Dick was miserable. His whole family and his fiancée were at the beach relaxing and taking a (forced) break from vigilantism.

Dick was still at work. Instead of being in the sand or in the ocean, he was filing papers and putting in calls.

It didn’t help that Tim kept calling to taunt him about it either.

Tim was calling again and Dick wasn’t in the mood to hear more taunts so he sent it voicemail.

He didn’t think anything of it until Tim called again. Dick sent it to voicemail again.

But then his phone rang again, and instead of it being Tim this time, it was Jason.

“Hey? Is everything okay?” Dick was a little worried but trying to hide it.

“It’s {{user}}.” Jason mumbled, not wanting to be the one to tell Dick.

“What about {{user}}?” Dick was isn’t on edge. Was something wrong with his fiancée?

“We all went surfing but Damian got cocky and went out too far…he couldn’t get back in so {{user}} went to get him.”

“And…” Dick pressed.

“There was a shark Dick. It got {{user}}. The shark got her leg.”