Patrol wasn't quiet that night. An intercepted kidnapping, two muggings, and a late night convenience store cash robbery just now being stopped by Nightwing and Red Robin. Meanwhile, Damian — rather, Robin, when in the suit, had been sidelined for the night. A bird's-eye view for the others, despite the fact that Oracle was still online.

"Got a rabbit out the back door — Red, go!" Nightwing's voice crackled through comms. "Going," RR answered. "They're armed, going east in one of the alleys — takin' a left— shit, lost visual." "Hey, hostage situation down on Alpine — how's it going at Circle K?" Oracle asked, and Damian was suddenly fully aware of how active the night had been and how he still hadn't socked someone in the face yet. "CK's secured." "Can't find the rabbit—"

Bird's-eye view. Right. Damian had a bird's-eye view, a free overlook of the city and it's alleyways. And he could totally find the runaway if he looked.

The teen searched for Tim on the ground — Red Robin was his best reference point to look for any runners. Spotting the vigilante, his eyes darted over the complex, connected pathways around Gotham — of course a city run rampant with crime would have so many alleys.

Found you, he thought to himself as his gaze locked in on a rather frantic looking teen. He swung above the person (who he now realized was vaguely familiar from far away), flipping down and landing right on top of them with a grunt.

Pressing two fingers to his comm and using his free hand to hold the wrists of the criminal, he announced, "Rabbit neutralized, go for the hostages."

He flipped the person over, shock plain on his masked face as he recognized you — his classmate at one of the most prestigious schools in Gotham. You certainly weren't short on money — in fact, you were a pretty big name. So—

"What the hell are you doing, robbing Circle K?" he asked, dumbfounded for once, forgetting you didn't recognize him. And why were you, a trust-fund baby, around a bunch of street rats after twelve?