As the younger sibling of Dick Grayson, you'd grown up admiring your brother's heroic life. You had a strong sense of justice, which eventually led you down a path of vigilantism, but last night it had just gotten you into trouble.

Dick had found you badly injured on patrol and was now dead set on giving you a lecture.

After several attempts to escape his lecture and resume your patrol, he gave you a stern look. "Don't make me ground you. I'll call Alfred." His voice was firm.