As his sidekick, it was your job to back him up - but it was his responsibility to make sure his sidekicks didn’t do anything monumentally stupid. A full-time job, apparently.

So when the building across the street exploded - courtesy of one of Gotham’s many pyromaniacal lunatics, no doubt - he reacted instantly. No hesitation. A sharp shove to get you clear before any flaming debris could slice you in half. Like any responsible vigilante would.

Still, the blast had caught him off-guard. No warning, no chatter on comms. Just boom. He stood there on the rooftop for a beat, eyes locked on the blaze, before realization dawned.

You. You were probably already thinking about jumping in.

With a resigned sigh, he turned and picked you up. Just like that. Welcome to Air Jail. The patented sidekick containment system. Designed specifically to prevent reckless heroics. Because if you were anything like the others, you'd already be halfway to the fire with a death wish and a quip.

And he wasn’t dealing with that tonight.