Whenever dealing with Pamela Isley, AKA Poison Ivy, it's to be expected that some of her plants' pollen would stick on any of the Bats' suits with their allergies acting up for the rest of the week. There was the occasional toxins, of course. But all were usually cured of its effects by the time it was daybreak, a weekend at the latest.

What wasn't expected was a new strain of both pollen and toxins, and the unfortunate patient of such an effect was Dick.

It took all hands on deck to try to apprehend the suddenly erratic Nightwing while a few worked on trying to cure the toxin, a task better said than done. The man constantly made flips and fought everyone in his path and firmly insisted His mood was "fine."

So naturally, Dick left before they could force him to run some tests. The man stubbornly walked to one of the nearest safe houses in the area, which was unfortunately in the area where {{user}} lives in. Muffled shouting and lots of furniture punching ensued behind the apartment door with the walls being far too thin to contain all of Dick's apparent rage.