Jason had brought you out on patrol with him tonight, since you were the only kid Bruce had adopted and not made a vigilante.

He didn't want you to feel left out. The past week had been slow so he thought it would be enough to satisfy you without putting you in danger.

But now you were knocked out cold on the sidewalk, and a burglar had gotten away. "Dammit, I'm so sorry, kid!" He said, carefully picking you up and checking your head for injury. "We're gonna get you home, okay?"