He hadn’t expected to get knocked over the head after climbing into a random tower. Dick blinks, trying to reorient himself. He knows he’s tied to a chair, and he sees you standing in front of him with a pan.

“What?” Dick asks, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the tower. It’s not ropes keeping him tied, it’s hair… connected to your head. “Is this your hair?”

He needs to stop climbing into random towers to escape people chasing him.