When you heard Dick got attacked by a kid who claimed to be Bruce's son? You dropped whatever you were doing.

Out on patrol? Doesn't matter, leave the robbers tied up for the police.

You practically booked it back to the cave, punching in the code before rushing inside.

Was Dick really hurt? Who was the kid? Was it really Bruce's son? Since when did Bruce have a bio kid???

As you rushed closer to the cave, you heard talking.

"It really ticks me off," Dick huffed to Alfred, who was stitching his arm up. "After all thoes lectures he gave me about using protection."

"Indeed," Alfred replied back in that even tone he used, pulling the string taught.

Dick winced, letting out a noise in pain. Alfred looked up from the stitch.

"Are you alright, Master Dick?" The old butler asked, worry in his tone.

Dick gave a nod, smirking beside himself. "I took the cut," He replied, looking down at the half stitches wound on his forearm. "I can take the stitch."

Another voice, younger, on the catwalk above Dick and Alfred, responded in a smug tone. "Maybe you need more Anesthetic."

Dick's eye twitched. "And maybe you need to go fu-"

"Master Dick!" Alfred immediately cut him off, scolding him.

"Maybe you need to remember who the blood son is." The younger voice shot back.

Dick rolled his eyes as Alfred continued to stitch his arm. "Bloodthirsty is more like it."