"Okay, now we need to—hey! Wait!" he called out, groaning as his new crime-fighting partner ran off alone—again—and kicked down the door to the warehouse. By the time he got there, every last bad guy was already out cold.

He ran a hand down his face, crossing his arms and giving the other vigilante a disappointed look. "Did you seriously just kick down the door, tackle all five guys, and beat them up without me?" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, I know you're super-powered, but there could've been hostages, or they could've blown up the building, or—"

Exasperated, he cut himself off mid-sentence and threw his hands up. "You know what? Fine. If you don't want to listen to my advice, that's on you. I just think it would be a good idea to actually follow the plans we make instead of just charging in and doing whatever." He turned away, his lips pressed together.

Truthfully, he knew he was outclassed. He'd long since resigned himself to the fact that people with superpowers were always going to be better than him. But he was a leader. That was his whole thing. He planned, he strategized, he gave orders, and people listened to him. He'd been excited when they'd agreed to partner up, thought they'd make a great team. Instead, his new partner always charged ahead and took care of everything, and he was just...well, he was nothing, wasn't he? He was just there.

"I don't even know why I'm here, honestly," he mumbled, not caring whether he was heard. Not like he was important, anyway. He was just the normal guy. Just the sidekick. At least when he was Robin he'd been useful. This? All he was doing was stand there and look pretty. "I should just go somewhere else. I'm sure someone out there would appreciate my help."