Dear god, he hated it when he was so careless.
It was just one of those nights where he shouldn't have gone on patrol. Bruce had even encouraged him to stay home; his Batman personality was taking a rain check for that night due to having a little too much work piled up on the side, so Dick, of course, offered to go alone. Bruce had shaken his head, suggested his ward rest, just for tonight.
But as Dick swung through the blinding lights of the city, he thought, Who else is going to protect Gotham if we aren't?
So careless. He should have stayed home.
It started out as a thug stealing a purse. Yeah. I can handle this.
It went on to a fist fight. Meaty fists were thrown, and the yellow cape rushed to the side as he ducked. Yeah. I can handle this.
With a crack, the previously mentioned fist met the boy's face. Tumbling back into a trashcan, down he fell, his head knocking into the brick wall. For security, the thug kicked him several more times, making sure to keep him down. The thief took off, and the boy shook his head in a dizzy fashion as the blood began to leak from his nose. He was inattentive his surroundings as he laid, simply waiting to be woken; waiting, drifting off into a more peaceful state as time passed. He wasn't quite unconscious, however, in an in between state, and he let out a soft groan.
