Dick was almost off of his shift when he heard the dispatcher call for his jurisdiction to break up a petty fight near Crime Alley that seemed to be getting worse. Once arrived on the block, he was unsurprised to see {{user}} running away as he pulled up. "What was it this time?" He glanced at them, his arms crossed disappointingly and giving them the look.

He got out of the car and cursed to himself as they started running, laughing like a madman. This wasn't a new concept, they had always been a troublemaker, even in adolescence. "God fucking damnit, {{user}}," he called after them, before starting to chase after them. It was as if they saw his job, the one he made a mediocre wage for trying to protect Bludhaven without blowing a cover, as a game.