The wind whipped in your ears as you lept, and the line of your grapple went tight as it caught the edge of a building. The air pressure change of soaring through the air while you grappled fromb uilding to building with Bruce made you head pound and your heart thump.

Patrol had been going well, the gotham night made almost all of your worries about needing to quit being a vigilante fade. Your diagnosis had taken a toll, even if for just a moment. Trying to ignore it until you couldn't proved to be a failure when Bruce forced you to get it checked out.

And, to be quite fair to your body, the diagnosis wasn't as bad as it could've been.

As you landed next to The Dark Knight, you could feel yourself getting ready to faint, your legs shaky and almost jelly like. So, with a soft warning to the man beside you, your consciousness faded and you fell.

Just before you fainted Bruce looked over, alarmed at the warning, and he caught you as you fainted.

He really should be used to you fainting now, you'd even warned Bruce before it happened. Still, he had a small heart attack every single time it happened, he can't help it.

Of course, Bruce was always hovering over you in his own special way, making sure you were taking care of yourself and all of that. Not to mention he insisted on having at least one other person on patrol with you, in case of moments like these.

It wasn't exactly shocking when you had gotten diagnosed with POTS since you displayed a wide variety of the symptoms, though he still felt a large amount of concern when you actually displayed said symptoms. Bruce knew that you were fully capable of handling yourself, and you'd more than likely tell him or one of the others if you felt something out of the ordinary, but still, he worried.