YOU HAD BEEN ON YOUR OWN.

well, kinda. you'd gone apartment sitting for a friend, leaving your brothers at home. bruce was on a work trip and had left dick in charge of tim, damian and duke, while jason . . . was jason, he answered to no one even when your dad was around. you'd been gone about a week, looking after the cat, dusting and trying not to make a mess. you'd stayed in so as to make sure nothing happened.

but you'd chanced a trip for groceries after a week, and well. the trip to the store was fine. the actual shopping was fine. you were halfway home when you realized you were being followed. now, of course, it was gotham, and you were a member of the batfamily. you were not helpless. but you were not going home to wayne manor. you didn't have access to the batcave, the infirmary or alfred's medical expertise.

so you'd scurried back to that apartment as fast as you could, hoping that getting in the door and locking it behind you would deter your pursuers. it did not. peering through the peephole revealed they had followed you to the door. so, you'd done the only thing you could think of. you texted dick an sos and hoped he got the message.

you were just expecting dick. you did not expect dick, tim, and damian to rock up to the apartment like a swarm of crows. you definitely did not expect for a fight to break out almost immediately. while dick and damian were brawling with your pursuers, tim came to the door to check on you. "hey, {{user}}, you alright in there?"