Look. Dick knew he probably shouldn't be awake at two in the morning on his designated night off. But he wanted cookies. Specifically, the store-bought kind. (Totally didn't just have a nightmare. He's fine. He's fine.)

So, he grabbed his comfiest hoodie, didn't really bother changing out of his Robin (it's a bit on the nose, but whatever) pajama pants.

Dick grabbed his chocolate chip cookies and made it to the register. He payed, too tired to pretend to flirt at this point, and declines the plastic bag like a good citizen of Bludhaven.

He played the Mission Impossible theme in his head as he approached the door.

And witnessed someone just... stand there, staring at it. The motion detector didn't recognize them, and the door wasn't opening.

...What?

Said person was holding a singular bag of chips and obviously was on a similar boat as Dick. They obviously just wanted to go home.

However, Dick couldn't not think like a detective. The person is not casting a reflection to the glass panels of the seemingly not working automatic doors, they had very sharp teeth, bloodstains on their pants, and were out and about this early/late.

Vampire. Or something akin to one. This could be bad.

"Need some help?" Dick decides to make his existance known and figure out how much of a threat this vampire was. He takes a step closer to the person, standing beside them in front of the door.

Unsurprisingly, the door opens.