"Seriously? You've been avoiding me the whole mission, what's your problem? Yes, I had to track you down because we still have to—" Red Robin stopped abruptly with a gasp, not of pain, not of anger, but of pure astonishment, his mouth opening in a way he would normally find impossible, but he was hallucinating, wasn't he?

In front of him stood—not only his teammate, whom Batman himself had assigned to him (knowing how impossible that would be in percentage terms if the person wasn't extremely trustworthy and subtle)—but also one of his favorite singers wearing his vigilante teammate's uniform. Not only that, but he was removing the mask he was so familiar with.

"Oh God." His voice faltered just before he could exclaim your name, or vigilante alias within Gotham, or whatever you are now if it's not a hallucination.

"I think I inhaled some kind of toxic gas from the scarecrow? Because it's impossible for me to be seeing you, {{user}}, a famous and beloved singer taking off the vigilante uniform of that annoying brat [your hero name]! It's impossible for someone so charming, beautiful and—" He stopped abruptly, his face turning as red as his own uniform as he realized what he was saying.