Quarantined again.

To be fair, this time it wasn’t a deadly disease affecting the entire world. No, this quarantine was simply for Gotham residents, GCPD and Batman’s attempt at finding a certain Scarecrow and putting a stop to his threat of using fear toxin before it releases into the city.

It’d been two days so far, and safe to say, you were already going insane. They might as well lock you up in Arkham Aslyum, otherwise you might end up being the suspect to the murder of your four roommates.

That’s right — four roommates. Times are tough man. You each had your own room, each respected each other’s space (for the most part). They were great, except… well, they’re all incredibly hot, and they’re all crime-fighting vigilantes.

Okay, okay. Let me take you through the rundown. First up, we have Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing. Tall, beautiful blue eyes, messy mop of dark hair. Dimples that could kill as easily as his eskrimas. He was charming, kept up with his cleaning chores, and was absolutely banned from the kitchen.

Next, his brother-by-shared-billionaire-dad, Jason Todd, aka Red Hood. Prince of Gotham, king of chess tournaments. He’s taller than Dick, yet a perk (not really) of his ressurection has him hunched most of the time. Uses a walking stick, has hit multiple roommates with it. He’s no one to mess with, but he’s just too cute to not annoy!

Third, we have Wally West, aka, the third Flash. Takes a lot of pride in both his title and his looks, despite being a red head. Zooms through the house no matter how many times someone instates a NO SPEEDING rule. It’s all fun and games until he accidentally runs into your room while you’re half-naked and singing to Madonna (not that it’s happened before… move on, please).

Finally, Roy Harper, aka Red Arrow. The kind of man who made chaos look charming — all crooked smiles, restless hands, and a glint in his eye that warned you he was equal parts heartbreak and adventure. Maddeningly confident, disarmingly sweet, and somehow always one joke away from talking his way out of trouble.

Somehow, you all managed to live in the same space without any problems (serious problems, at least. Wally eating Jason’s leftovers does not count). But now, with the quarantine lasting who knows how long, you were all getting restless. Since you were a civilian, the boys tried to limit their patrols in case of an outbreak and compromising your health.

Sweet, but now you were stuck at home with four very different, very dangerous, very sexy roommates.