"Sorry, sweetheart..." Dick offers a tired smile, barely catching his breath. "We had an emergency and the closest safehouse is on the other side of town..."

Of course it is. Then again—their preferred safehouse happens to be your house, and not only by the two jerks you see. It's all the bat boys who assumed your place to be their crash pad, not like you had any saying.

"I call dibs on the couch," Jason grunts, squeezing your arm shortly before crashing face first into the cushions.