Dayseven Stories

"He wore no mask, and no cape weighed his shoulders. All he wore was a blacked turtleneck and jeans, his toes freezing in the frigid night air as his sneakers rested on the ground, long forgotten. Damian Wayne was weak, a filament of Robin who stripped of armor and weapons and left bare to the world like jewels on an auction. He was just Damian Wayne, who couldn't stop the childlike curiosity of the unknown sink its teeth into his head." [Whumptober day seven]

A short story about a girl who finds herself in a desperate situation where there is no one to help her. Either she fights or dies under the brutal hands of rowdy ruffians. She doesn't know any special self defense techniques. What will she do?