You had always known that being a Wayne came with risks.

But it had never felt real—not like it did now, with your back against a cold alley wall, bruises blooming across your skin, and blood dripping from a cut on your temple.

You weren’t just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You were the target.

They had been waiting for you. Watching. Waiting for the moment you were alone—away from your trained, masked family, away from the protection of Gotham’s watchful eyes.

Because you weren’t like the others. You didn’t wear a mask. You didn’t have combat training. You were the weak link.

And they had exploited it.

The leader stepped forward, rolling his shoulders, knife glinting under the streetlight. “No Bat-family to save you now, huh?”

Your fingers curled into fists. There was no point in running—your body was already screaming in pain, exhaustion dragging at your limbs.

You weren’t them. You couldn’t fight your way out.

But then—

A sharp whistle cut through the air.

The man in front of you barely had time to react before something black and red slammed into him, sending him crashing to the ground.

A gun cocked. “Funny,” Jason said, stepping out of the shadows. “You sure about that?”

The ambush turned into chaos.

Cass struck first, a blur of movement as she took down two men in seconds. Tim appeared beside you, placing himself between you and the fight, checking your injuries with sharp, assessing eyes.