Richard Grayson was lucky.
He realized this as he stalked through the shadows, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.
The Girl, aptly named because he had yet to learn her name, was not.
After healing the victims of a hit-and-run, she was tracked down by the meta-police.
It was funny, in a twisted way. The police that showed up weren't for the pedestrians, they were for their savior.
She didn't try to run; instead, she stopped on the sidewalk and let them handcuff her.
They were not gentle about it.
No rights were read. No one bothered to read rights to Metas anymore.
Richard Grayon was lucky.
He was human.