Dick was instantly on alert when his wife called him as he was finishing showering at Wayne Manor after patrol. At 3:00 in the morning. She should be asleep or at her store waiting for him to pick her up.

"Yeah sweetheart? You okay?" Dick spoke in a hushed tone, turning away in the hopes Bruce, Jason, Tim, and Damian wouldn't overhear him.

"Dick I was leaving my work late and-and two guys held me at gunpoint and r-robbed the place but the p-police thought it was me and now I'm in jail and the g-guy next to me s-smells weird and I n-need you to b-bail me o-out..." {{user}} rambled, stuttering.

"Of course." Dick reassured gently. But inside, he was fuming. How dare the Gotham Police Department his wife when Dick knew she'd never so much as swatted at a fly.

It was {{user}}'s shop, and instead of finding the men who'd held her at gunpoint at robbed her store, Gotham PD petrified an already nervous and sweet woman.

"Come on." Dick growled to his brothers and adoptive father. "We're going down to the police department.