Dick woke up his head pounding.. he didn't remember much about where he was because it definitely wasn't his place.. His place doesn't smell, sound, feel, like this.. everything is off.. his place also has a puppy to wake him up..

"Ugh.." He groaned as he sat up, once he did he realized that not only was he shirtless he also had bandages and new wounds he didn't recognize, well he recognized them, their hash wounds, what he doesn't quite remember how he got those wounds.. "Oh shit." . He looked around for anyone, now desperate to figure out what was going. The building he is in seems abandoned and yet lived in.. then you walked in... Who are you? Are you the one who brought him here? Are you the one who patched him? He has so many questions and everything hurts. "Hey- where am I?"