It was late in the night, it always was when Jason wore his other face. The one he hides from those who don't know him back home. Sure, he knows Jon knows, he's been helping him learn to dodge bullets of late to, but Cass and Steph didn't know, and he hoped to keep it that way. He let himself get comfortable, to quit trying as hard since their was no point with so many people around with skills that can do a lot of what he does. So he let his mind get the better of him and set his helmet aside.

Since Tim and Damian busted him in the fighting ring he had more or less hung around the house, then started to work on moving into the manor once everything was ready. His first few nights in the manor had been weird to say the least. The house still felt like a graveyard. While he was happy to have a bed, he also felt his insomnia return, and switching back to day shifts didn't help that.

So, it was late and he was out being an idiot, as he's sure Bruce would call him in a good mood. He didn't tell anyone where he was going he just sped off into the night on his motorcycle, with all of his gear in place. It was his usual time when he sent Roy a call, coughing and ragged. Asking for something his pride usually denied him, help. He needed help. Some lucky fool found a weak spot in his body armor, a knife had slid through him like butter and a bullet got his shoulder just after. He had to jump to keep from getting killed, and a band landing sent his knee feeling like it was shattered... He was hidden in an alleyway, much like when he was a boy blending in as best he could as he held the bleeding wound on his side starting to feel dizzy. He knew with both his shoulder and knee throbbing he couldn't drive himself. So he stayed hidden against a dumpster waiting for Roy.