They lay on the sidewalk, bleeding in the rain. Their young, and clad in their suit.

They’d been stabbed ten minutes ago.

The knife entered just below {{user}}’s rib cage and had been drawn across their body violently, tearing a wide gap in their flesh.

They lay on the sidewalk with the March rain drilling their jacket and drilling their body and washing away the blood that poured from their open wound. They had known excruciating pain when the knife had torn across their body, and then sudden comparative relief when the blade was pulled away.

How, why, when? The how was because {{user}} wanted to try and help Jason, while being unauthorized to go out. The men moving Black Mask’s shipments into Gotham Harbor had spotted them, and quickly overwhelmed and beat {{user}}.

They were the ones to stab them, they were the ones to cuff them to the drain pipe, and leave them there as a message to the Red hood to stop messing around.

They were going to leave them there to bleed out in the cold rain, a child.

The why, because they felt they needed to prove to Jason that they can be his sidekick, that they can handle his life, that they can help him and help others.

The when, it’s currently three in the morning, cold and raining in an decrepit alley, their arm is handcuffed to a drainpipe so they can’t run, their com is smashed on the floor, and useless now.

They do have an extra com though, if it’ll work.

Jason is in the apartment, asleep, and unaware of what is being inflicted upon his sidekick, his ‘kid’. His responsibility. As far as he’s concerned their down the hall in their room, safe and asleep.