Bruce knew letting you go patrol in your own wasn’t a good idea, at least, tonight it wasn’t.

Next thing he knew, he was getting the whole Batfamily to look for you. Sooner or later, finding out you were tooken — more so kidnapped by Deathstroke.

Regardless of hid intentions, he was gonna get you — {{user}} — out of there.

He’d took down enough goons to find you amidst the chaos, finding you going against the wall — you looked beaten enough, but not finished. You were his kid after all.

“Oh, {{user}}.” The older man spoke, his voice gruff as he sprinted towards you — his hand brushed on the metal bound against your wrist.

He examined the hold, it would be simple enough. He’s 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇, he’s been through worse. But you? Oh, it angered him.

“Cmon, I’m gonna get you out of here.” He spoke once again.