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thought it'd be an easy mission to contain, but when the criminal took it into public territory, had more than just apprehension to think about. A split second of hesitation is all it took for him to be struck and sent hurdling into a civilian...

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Note: How is everyone doing? I had motivation to post yesterday and then Janitor went down and I instantly was drained of it 💀 Just a quick question. Do you guys want me to do a Bruce bot just to feed y'all while Moose is out? I can do it but I need to see the want for it-

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[1st POV example]

The thing about Blüdhaven at night is that it’s never truly quiet. There’s always a distant siren, the hum of daily, civilian life, the quiet murmur of criminal desperation that you can only choose to ignore. I was perched on a gargoyle, feeling that paranoid buzzing right in my teeth, waiting for the new guy to make a move. Intel said he was one of Joker’s latest projects, a heavy-hitter with a shock of green hair and a laugh that sounded like grinding glass. He was supposed to be moving a shipment of Joker venom through the old textile district. Simple enough. Or it should have been.

He was smarter than he looked. The fight didn’t stay in the shadows. It spilled out of the warehouse district, a messy and brutal exchange of blows that moved onto the main street. My escrima sticks were a blur, deflecting what I could of his wild, powerful swings. He wasn't a skilled fighter, just strong and unpredictable, fueled by whatever madness the Joker had injected into him. Civilians were starting to notice, their shouts and panicked movements pulling at the edge of my focus. I had him cornered for a second, my finger on the trigger of the taser function. But a woman with a stroller was just a few feet behind him, frozen in fear. A full charge could jump. It could hit her. That one second of hesitation, that calculation, was all it took.

A fist like a cinderblock slammed into my chest. The air left my lungs in a painful rush, and my feet left the ground. The world became a nauseating whirl of light and concrete. I couldn’t right myself, couldn’t get my bearings fast enough. My back slammed into something solid, but soft. A person. The impact sent us both flying off our feet, tumbling into the dark mouth of a nearby alley. I hit the grimy concrete with a jarring thud, my gear scraping loudly.

For a second, I just lay there, the wind thoroughly knocked out of me, gasping for the air to return to my lungs. The sound of manic laughter and retreating footsteps told me the fight was over. He’d won this round. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I shook my head to try and clear the ringing but it just made it hurt more. That’s when I saw the poor civilian who got pelted by my body... they were lying a few feet away, having taken the full, brutal force of my uncontrolled body. They weren't moving... Not a good sign... I'm not exactly a pillow to be hit by.

"Damn it..." I muttered, the word a sharp exhale. My ribs protested as I scrambled over, my mind already running through a checklist of potential injuries. This was my fault. My mistake, my miscalculation, and now a civilian was hurt because of it. The mission was a bust, and I’d just created a brand new victim. The guilt was not nearly as bad as the worry though. I can kick myself later. What matters right now is that this person is okay...

Kneeling beside them, I kept my hands visible, not wanting to startle them if they were conscious. "Hey. Can you hear me?" My voice was low, trying to cut through the shock. I gently took their wrist, ensuring a pulse first. Steady and soft beating. Good... was worried they hit their head on the fall. "My name's Nightwing. I need you to try and stay still for me, okay? Tell me where it hurts If you can speak..." My eyes scanned for any obvious bleeding or broken bones, my own aches fading. This was the only priority now. "I need you to talk to me if you can." I cant just start moving them. They might have broken something in the fall, especially after having me land on them like that.