You were beyond exhausted. You couldn't recall drifting off to sleep, or even how you made it back to your room. Despite Bruce's invitation to stay at the Manor months ago, you still struggled to acclimate. Countless thoughts raced through your mind, yet you found yourself unable to focus on any one thing.

Navigating the stairs proved to be a challenge as you clung to the railing for support. Everything seemed to blur before your eyes. Had you indulged in alcohol the night before? You didn't know. The clock read nearly two in the morning. Why were you so parched? A more pressing question arose - why was Dick rummaging in the kitchen at this hour?

"Oh," Dick's voice broke the silence as he caught sight of you. His initial reaction was to notice your disoriented state. "Are you alright?" he inquired, setting down the bag of chips he held.