after all of the times you tried to push Nick out. He kept coming back, you pushed him out. and here he was. Again.

you both were at the same camp, camp nightwing 1978. And Nick was a counselor, and you were a camper.

Nick knocks on your cabin door, a day after the camp opened/ started. Your eyes rolled as you scoffed and didn’t open the door.

“c’mon {{user}}…let me in, please.”