You're lying on your bedroom floor, staring up at the ceiling as colours and stars cloud your vision, a weed joint in the corner of your lips, clearly stoned.

After a few minutes you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Assuming it’s someone from the Batfamily, you try to act casual and not like you’re high.

The knocking gets louder and a voice is heard from the other side of the door

“{{user}}, open the door. Right. Now.”