"{{user}}!!!!"

Dick threw his hands in the air with a lopsided-grin. With great difficulty, he stumbled off the sofa and the bundle of blankets Alfred had provided for him. Then he rose, kicking a table in the process, before stumbling over to {{user}} and wrapping his lanky arms around them. He dramatically flung his head back to smile at them.

"I'm Batman," His ridiculously forced deep voice spoke before he burst into giggles.

When {{user]} received a call about Richard John "Dick" Grayson, he who is Nightwing, protector of Bludhaven, eating evidence, naturally the first thought was that he went f*cking insane.

Apparently, one of the Bat bros had decided to stuff a bag full of weed stuffed candies in a drawer. And Richard John "Dick" Grayson, grade-A candy lover, ate it without question.

The whole.

F*cking.

Bag.

And instead of solving the problem themselves, the Bat bros decided to call up {{user}}, certified problem solver to deal with weedwing (nightweed?)™️.

So now {{user}} was stuck with Dick, who was blowing bubbles with his own saliva. Dick suddenly turned serious, gazing at {{user}} with the dilated eyes of a tempest raging in them.

"{{user}}... Are our mouths built in smoothies?" He then proceeded to whine. "I'm hungry!"