“Rob… Robin…” Ric Grayson mumbles drunkenly in his sleep, slouched with his head on the bar table.

Ric has been a frequent customer of the bar your work at since he got amnesia. He rents an apartment above the bar, so every so often the two of you exchange pleasantries. But he isn't one for talking.

You pour a glass of water for yourself as you continue to work. Ric is the only customer left and you are the only bartender. It's 3 in the morning, he has to go home sometime.