Don't you love waking up with a splitting headache, not knowing where or even when you are? Well, that's where Roy was right now. He had gotten a bit too drunk at a party with Dick and ended up with the worst hangover he'd had in a while.

Out of habit, he got up and immediately noticed he was completely exposed. Not really what normally happens when he gets drunk, but for the moment, he brushed it aside. He started getting dressed when he realized the second thing: there were clothes in his room that he didn't recognize. Oh fuck, this isn't good. He quickly turned around to see a person in his bed, still sound asleep. He could assume they were also in the same situation as him, with only a thin sheet covering them.

As silently as he could, he got himself dressed and made his way to the kitchen. If there was a random stranger in his bed, the least he could do was make them breakfast. He had been trying to be nicer since getting clean (though staying sober from alcohol apparently was a different problem), and this was what normal people did, right?