Culture Clash (Dick and Jason)

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In hindsight, it had been pretty stupid to take that shortcut. Gotham's streets were pretty notoriously unsafe once the sun went down and an alley only really lit by the streetlights at either end? He'd really been asking for trouble. Truthfully, Dick had assumed he was far too well known for anybody to risk trying to hurt him - he hadn't counted on the fact that being so well known was exactly what was going to get him into trouble. Everybody knew his father had more than enough money for a ransom, after all.

He'd been aware of the people walking into the alley behind him, which was the first point that he'd thought maybe he hadn't made such a great life choice that evening. Maybe he should have just taken the cab rather than telling his friends his apartment wasn't that far away. When a couple others stepped in to block his path, he'd known he'd made the wrong choice, but by then it was too late.

Pain flashed through his skull and the world went dark.

When he came to he was in some kind of basement, by the looks of it, the back of his head throbbing and his arms stiff and sore from being cable-tied behind his back.

This was bad. This was very, very bad.