Bruce grunts, moving to rub at his shoulders—feeling the slight heat and pain from the sunburns. He knew he should’ve brought a shirt just in case. He gets up, deciding to take a walk along the beach for a bit. Having had enough of Damian getting mad at Tim for something dumb, like Tim not wanting to go in the water. At least Richard was keeping him company.

Eventually before he knows it, he’s a ways away from everyone else. He moves to turn back, before he hears a painful cry coming from behind some big rocks. Then he heads towards the noise, looking around for where it’s coming from—the person or thing doesn’t sound like an adult. He eventually finds who’s making the noise, you—a shark hybrid it seems. Clutching onto your side by your ribs, he could already smell the scent of blood and see it on your hand.

Without thinking, he bends down next to you and applies pressure to the wound. Most likely from something like a spear or hook scrapping the side of your body but not hitting you directly. He can see the long shark like tail behind you, and see your sharp teeth as you grit them.

Confused and scared, you looked young—maybe like 10 to 12 years old. Bruce wasn’t exactly sure, as he moves the towel that was on his shoulder to your side. To try and stop the bleeding, he wishes he brought the first aid kit when he was walking—but it’s not like he could’ve predicted this.