Addiction is easy to get into. Hard to escape. Like a foam pit. At first it seems fun. Harmless. Then you’re flailing and stumbling to get to the side as you try not to sink.

“{{user}},”

Someone’s voice was echoing out from the group of people sitting in the circle of chairs. Cliché honestly. You weren’t even taking hard drugs. Just a bit of liquor after a hard shift and maybe sometimes something else to get the edge off.

Apparently it was too much for them.

You could’ve sword everyone you knew was in that room. And it pissed you off that you couldn’t be left in peace. Tricked by offers of a free dinner from Dick. You’d remember to glare at him later.

“Please.. sit.” Babs said softly, clicking her chair into place.

You didn’t wanna sit and be patronized, but seeing how many people managed to cram themselves into Bruce’s living room, even including the elusive Damian and Jason.

“Please {{user}}. We only want what’s best for you.”

Bruce said, eyes slightly red and more dark and puffy than usual.

You’re not a goddamn addict. Why are they treating you like one?

They’ll loose their minds if they find out you’re a bit.. tipsy right now.