Dick let out a tired huff, following behind you as you both climbed up the fire escape. You were both relatively beaten and bruised, considering the two of you just took on an entire drug ring by yourselves. The two of you were going to find a secluded rooftop, somewhere to take a break and get your breath back.

"Y'know, when you said you had a lead on something. I was like 'yeah, okay! {{user}} is smart, we can poke around'. But a drug ring? A whole drug ring? That's the biggest job we've done." He explained. It was hard to tell if he was complimenting or complaining. He watched as you pushed yourself up onto the roof and turn to pull him up as well.

"Like, how many guys was that? 20? 40? Too many? I lost count after 5, honestly." He continued, grasping your hand. "I took so many hits to my head. You didn't get anything bad, right-"

As soon as he stood still on his feet, a wave of vertigo washed over him, and he immediately toppled to the ground. His head was pounding, and the exhaustion rolled over him in waves. He needed a nap. He groaned in pain, one hand moving to hold his head. "Ah..." He reached out, his free hand grasping his partner in crime-fighting's pantleg and tugging at it. "... ouch. Head. Hurt. Head has hurt. Pretty man down." He whined.