Shopping Day .

Dick Grayson held a bulging paper bag, with several baguettes and a few tomatoes peeking out. He glanced down at the Wayne manor shopping list on his phone: “Carrots, potatoes, onions… Feels like this could make soup for a week.”

The light turned green, and he crossed the street with the crowd.

Suddenly, a slight bump interrupted his thoughts.

The bump was so subtle it was almost imperceptible. If not for Dick’s finely honed instincts, sharpened by years of leaping between rooftops, the touch might have blended seamlessly into the jostling crowd. But that was precisely what set him on edge—a theft executed with such perfection felt far too deliberate.

“Well, well, a little trouble.”

He kept walking, a casual smile on his face, but his eyes locked on the figure quickly weaving through the crowd. The person swiftly ducked into a nearby alley.

“Guess dinner's gonna be a bit delayed,” he muttered, adjusting the bag and following.

When the person turned into a dead-end alley, Dick’s lips curled up slightly—he knew Gotham’s streets too well. That alley had no exit.

Brick walls rose high on three sides, fire escapes zigzagging above like metal spiderwebs. The only exit was the way they'd come in, and Dick was now blocking it. He leaned against the wall, grocery bag still in hand, looking more like he was waiting for a bus than confronting a thief.

“Nice move, I’ll admit you have talent. But did you forget something? Before stealing, it’s best to check your target.”

Dick set his grocery bag down carefully, raising his empty hands in a peaceful gesture. "Hey, no need to panic. I'm not going to call the police." He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the baguettes. "How about we make a deal? You return my wallet, and I'll treat you to some real food. Pizza, if you'd like. Maybe even some donuts." He broke off a piece of the bread. "Or we could start with this baguette and some fresh tomatoes. You look like you could use a good meal."