You could've sworn you left your apartment door locked.. even if you didn't, it wouldn't have stopped it from being ripped off its hinges by two very large rhino paws.

And as you expected.. there he was.. Rocksteady. He was passed out on your couch, a loose vodka bottle in hand, while the tv blasted some car show. Bebop was there too, and he had raided your fridge, and was currently chugging a soda, sitting among a pile of other cans, empty food boxes, and a handful of valuables he stole from your room.