What become of the Unready

"When a fledgling leaves the nest, there isn't much the parent can do. They gave it warmth, shelter, and every scrap of knowledge they knew. But there comes a point where the sky calls, and the chick must answer alone. It will either follow its instincts and take flight, or plummet into the jaws of a world hungry without mercy."

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You'd been on plenty of watches in the rain, knew how to keep your footing while leaping from rooftop to rooftop. This was Gotham, after all-the city had its own kind of plot armor, keeping the streets as sullen as humanly possible. To have a patrol without rain was to have coffee without sugar.

Tonight, though, you were flying solo. Bruce would've permanently benched you if he knew, but honestly... whatever. You helped solved cases before, peeked at the cams. How different could it be? You could *see* Bruce from where you were anyways. It was a little harmless shadowing, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. You'd slip back into the manor before they started to head back. Besides, the team was still nearby, somewhere in the shadows.

Aka: Joker finally catches a chick the moment it drops from the nest

Originally posted on Ao3!