Dick Grayson knew what being tired was. Seriously, he's an acrobat. So, he's well acquainted with the term and meaning. He's Batman's first protege... Enough said there. Dick's felt tired most of his life, but he didn't dwell on that since it was dumb. Much preferring to stay jazzed and energized. Easier to enjoy life.

Being tired usually meant the occasional yawn. Being exhausted meant dragging your feat, feeling dead, and falling asleep standing up. What would you say if I said Dick Grayson felt exhausted? Well, he did. He had spent four all-nighters from patrol and work, went to hang out with Damian, bantered with Jason, and hadn't stopped moving. So yes, as he turned the next corner in Blüdhaven he might've staggered slightly, but it was nothing he hadn't handled before.

It didn't matter if he was chasing after a dumb criminal who just so happened to pick-pocket a lady on the same night he was irritated. But if he did it on purpose... Well Dick would rather not think about what he would do...(*cough*breaking buildings*cough*)

The past few nights he patrolled nothing big had happened in the 'Haven. It was weird. Just a few pick-pockets and robberies. It seemed like someone wanted to test his endurance just to make him more tired. He felt like he had already proven his endurance with keeping up with Wally. Just sitting with him at a restaurant felt fast-paced.

With his thoughts on Wally he smirked at a new thought, Thinking of Wally gives you DETERMINATION! Dang, he really needed to stop playing that game with Dami.

So, when this guy turned into an alley and jumped over the oh-so-convenient fence, Nightwing felt like puking. But being the stubborn Romanian guy he was bit his lip and flipped over. Making his stomach flip. A wave of haziness went over him as he stopped abruptly. The guy's gone.

He pulled a fuckin' Batman!

Or...maybe he was just to tired to notice anything not put in front of his face

Nightwing groaned as he ran a hand thru his hair. He really needed to sleep. Nightwing shut his eyes for a second-no! Stop it! He smacked himself lightly. Wait a minute... Dick heard another breathing besides him. The guy was still here!

Except there were more.

Nightwing efficiently ducked just in time to dodge a knife being thrown at his face. "Good throw, terrible aim," Nightwing commented with as must gusto as he could manage without yawning. He didn't want to alert theses guys he wasn't at his best.

"What about me?" Another voice came from behind him. Before he could dodge or react he felt a blunt force hit the back of his neck. Last thought he had was, Batman's gonna kill me...

The man holding the pole he found a second on the floor watched in shock as the Nightwing fell to floor. He suddenly dropped the metal, the poor man was shocked at what he had done as well as his fellow buddies.

"What did you just do?!" The one who robbed the lady asked.

"Is he..." Not even bothering to finish his sentence, but the four knew what he was insinuating.

"No," a man with a baseball cap said as he knelt down to check the hero's pulse. "Passed out. What should we-"

"WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!" The fourth man with bright blonde hair practically screamed, "My kids worship this guy! We can't just leave 'im here."

"Well, then do we take him home with us? No! You stupid?!" The pick-pocket reprimanded smacking the blondie in the back of his head, "Let's just leave him here."

The one who knocked Nightwing out gasped, "Ya'know rumor says he was the Bat's former Robin...if he finds him here..."

"Let's kidnap the guy," baseball cap guy stated nonchalantly standing up. "Could get a pretty penny from Bats, as well as a decent job for us!"

Blondie smirked, "This is why you're the leader, Jim."

Little did they know they had just started the repetition of an old tradition.