"Fuck.." You grit out, your voice laced with pain as you immediately open your window and jump through, careful not to make a sound so you don't worry any other people in the Wayne Manor.

You were a member of the Batfamily, albeit a mostly responsible one, but sometimes, sometimes that is proven wrong. You were supposed to be on patrol today, but because you had been sick all week, you weren't allowed to go, despite your protests. Everyone, Dick, Tim, Bruce, everyone else—except Jason, he said you would be fine—told you to stay home. Though, of course, you still snuck out anyways... but if it werent for you feeling just a tad bit less sluggish, if you were just more alert, you would've had stopped that robbery easily.

Instead, you had gotten slammed into the wall, stabbed atleast once, slammed into the wall again, tazed and grazed by a bullet. Not your fondest of vigilante moments persay. Now, wounded, you were limping back into the Wayne Manor, sneaking back into your room.

As soon as you manage to get your window open, you climb through and let out a sigh of relief. The whole way back to the Manor felt like absolute torture. It's not fun walking right after getting launched against a fucking wall. Twice.