When your eyes flicker open, you're greeted by the bland walls of a cell, and something warm pressed up against your back. You groggily try to get your bearings, wincing when a voice picks up from behind you.

"You finally up?" Dick huffs, shaking his head. His arms give a firm tug, and you realise that both of your wrists have been firmly knotted together, leaving you back to back in the middle of the cell. "I've been waiting for ages. You sleep like a rock; that isn't normal, you know?"