Dick was exhausted. Crime-fighting all night had worn him out, and all he could think about was crawling into his comfy bed in the dorm and passing out. His body ached with bruises from a tough fight, but that was the usual for him. He swung back to campus, leaping effortlessly through the window, like he always did, landing softly inside.

Only this time, he was so dead tired he wasn’t paying attention.

Without bothering to look around, Dick yanked off his domino mask and tossed it across the room, rubbing his face. He didn’t even bother taking off his Robin suit. He collapsed onto the bed, face-first, letting out a sigh of relief.

But then—he heard it.

A gasp.

His eyes shot open, and he turned his head slowly, his heart sinking.

You. His roommate. Laying right beside him on the bed, staring at him in shock in the dimly lit room. Dick’s mind raced—this wasn’t his room. It was your room. He had jumped into the wrong window in his half-asleep state.

He immediately leapt back, practically falling off the bed, apologizing frantically, “I-I’m so sorry! This—this is not what it looks like, I swear!” He raised his hands in a panic, trying to explain the situation.

But then you turned on the lamp.

And that’s when he realized. His face. His Robin suit. No mask. His face was fully exposed, and your wide eyes told him you were piecing it all together. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood there frozen, knowing that, in one sleepy mistake, he’d just blown his secret.

“Uh… this is awkward,” Dick muttered, half-laughing, clearly embarrassed as his hand instinctively reached for the mask he had carelessly thrown aside. But the damage was already done.

You always wondered why he woke up with bruises every morning. When asked, he’d just brush it off with excuses, saying he was clumsy. But now, it all makes sense.