Solangelo in Gotham

Ages (some of them may be changed):

Bruce: mid 40s

Dick: 22

Jason: 19

Tim: 16

Will: 15

Nico: 14

Damian: 12

Will POV:

Will wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

One minute he had been with his boyfriend fighting against a pack of hellhounds, the next; he was sitting in a random alley, at 11 o'clock at night, with a very injured Nico Di Angelo lying unconscious next to him. He had known it was a bad idea for Nico to go out while he was still injured, yet somehow he still got talked into agreeing, a mistake he was heavily regretting now.

'I still need to heal him' Will thought as he started to crawl over to Nico's side. He had almost gotten there when a voice suddenly interrupted the boy's thoughts.

"Wow, you two aren't looking so good, what happened?" the voice asked cautiously. Will looked up and was shocked to see a man dressed in a black and blue suit. His eyes were covered with a white and black mask, and in his hands sat on what appeared to be some kind of staff-like weapon.

Will would admit that he wasn't the best fighter compared to other demigods, after all he was a son of the healing god. But when a stranger in a weird outfit was blocking them into a random alley in the middle of the night holding some sort of weird weapon, he chose to completely ignore any thought of rationality he had. He knew that he couldn't use his powers in front of what could be a mortal, but he also couldn't leave Nico like that. He could smell the iron-like scent of blood coming from the boy even with the stench of the alley surrounding them. So instead of using reason, he picked up an empty bottle, smashed the bottom against the wall and held it out in front him. Even whilst panicking, Will felt like an idiot. The man standing in front of him obviously bigger and stronger than Will, he had an actual weapon, and he wasn't injured. Will had no chance of winning in a fight in normal circumstances, let alone whilst protecting somebody else. All he could do was pray to whatever gods were listening that this guy would leave them alone. But he seriously doubted that would be the case.

Dick POV:

Dick hadn't expected the end of his patrol to be going like this,

He had been on his way back to the manor when he heard a loud crash in a nearby alley. He had warily approached it to see what was happening. But paused when he saw two boys who looked badly hurt. The boys looked like complete opposites in just about everything, but Dick had no doubt that they were close as soon as he glanced at the pair and the look in the conscious boy's eyes. Dick didn't see any sort of criminal near by but there was no way he could just leave the duo sitting there.

As he stood assessing the area, he saw the blonde boy start trying to move over to his unconscious friend(?), and Dick being the idiot he was; thought that this would be the best time to alert the boy of his presence

"Wow, you two aren't looking so good, what happened?" he asked, but almost immediately regretted it as the blonde turned to him terrified. The teen stared at him like a deer in headlights for a few seconds before suddenly reaching back and grabbing something. Dick wasn't sure what he had grabbed, but his question was quickly answered by the sound of breaking glass, and half a bottle being pointed in his direction. Dick had assumed that the teenager would recognize him as Nightwing when he had first spoken, after all basically everyone in Blüdhaven knew who he was, but based of that reaction he was either very wrong in that assumption, or the blonde teen was a criminal (which Dick doubted).

Dick didn't want to scare the poor boy anymore then he already had, but he also needed to deal with the kid who was lying beside the blonde. He took another look at the teenagers face and could almost immediately tell that the boy wasn't thinking clearly, meaning he wouldn't be able to talk this out. Fighting the boy was also off the table because he was sure this wasn't any sort of criminal and he didn't want the boy to get more hurt, so he did the next best thing that he could think of quickly.

Dick Grayson knocked him unconscious.