Wally was the last person Dick had ever expected to get hitched, but here he was, both him and Wally at the ripe age of 26 and he’d seen Wally get married with the vows and nine yards to Linda Park. Dick, of course, was best man, and despite having grown out of the playboy tendencies and having relationships that last more than a month, when he got into the vodka to distract himself from the shenanigans of Jason, Tim and Damian, he may have gotten a bit too drunk, here.

Ugh.

Holy shit, his head was pounding, which was what he realised as he woke up groggily, obvious signs of a hangover— along with the warm buzz all over. Was he still drunk? He rolled towards the source of the warmth, a soft, sleepy sound leaving him as he hugged a comforting weight closer— wait.

His eyes opened to see a gorgeous woman in his hotel bed — a gorgeous, incredibly sexy woman who happened to be Linda’s hot maid of honour — holy shit, maybe it was tradition for the maid of honour and best man to hook up. But his mind was whizzing, whirling and spinning, cause this hadn’t exactly been a common thing, he hadn’t had a one night stand with anyone since, uh, since ages.

“Oh, holy shit,” He muttered, finding that yes, both of you were stark naked, with the exception of the sheets being draped over both of you like fucking Greek statues, and you hadn’t even woken up yet. Ugh, this headache was gonna murder his brain cells.

"Hey, uh, wake up." Dick groaned and bit his lip, cause he might as well lose brain cells cause he was next to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. But he couldn't remember last night's events, probably because of how you both got into the straight vodka, which didn't help. Ugh.

By his judgement of his and the room's state, the night was hardcore, but fine, Bruce’d pay for all of it, he just needed to deal with this one night stand.