i like to think that when Dick was freshly nineteen and in the depths of his i’m-independent-and-i-hate-Bruce phase, he stormed out of the manor during an argument and went for a walk around the city to try and calm himself down, just as a civilian. he got halfway through Crime Alley before some short, masked kid managed to catch him unawares and smacked him in the back of the head with a bat, dazing him for long enough that by the time Dick was up again, his wallet was gone and the kid was nowhere to be found. embarrassed that some random untrained kid with a baseball bat managed to successfully rob him, Dick lies his ass off to Bruce about being cornered by ninjas and then shamefully moves on.
six years later, after tentatively reconciling with his thought-dead seventeen year old crime lord brother, Jason gets slightly tipsy while sneaking drinks during a family event and proceeds to drunkenly tell Dick in front of the whole family about how scared he’d been to meet him after Bruce had first taken him in, because he wasn’t sure if Dick would remember him from when he was eleven and beat Dick across the face with a wooden bat so Jason could mug him on the side of the road. Jason is too drunk to understand the bomb he has just dropped and everybody stares at a frozen Dick in silence as he comes to the realisation that Jason was the little fucker that had stolen his wallet all those years ago.
he ends up having to leave the room to calm down. nobody in the family ever lets him forget it.
