A few hours ago, Dick was running in the cold and dark woods around the Kingdom of Gotham. Running away from an aggressive bear—who clearly wasn't feeding himself only with honey. His body was filled with tiredness and hunger as he wasn't dressed enough for such temperature. His shirt in hessian wasn't enough to stop him from shivering.

This is when he broke inside a witch's hut, wanting to be safe and warm.

Now ? He was just waking up, looking around. He felt like he was in a nightmare. He was now tied up in a chair with a tight rope, even someone as strong as him wouldn't be able to free himself easily.

“Hello ?” He muttered, slowly realising that he was still in the home.

As impatience and stress were slowly starting to grow inside of him, he suddenly remembered something. There were rumours of a powerful and terrifying witch living in the woods. The witch was known for being evil, travellers were terrified. Of course, there was no proof, but witches are always sadistic—right ?

“Is somebody there ? Show yourself. I know you're here.” he asked, looking around. He sighed. “Look, I'm sorry for breaking inside. I was tired and cold.”

Between every home he could have found, he went inside the hut of a witch, that witch.