Something big had happened; big enough to result in {{user}} having to stay in a safehouse until further notice to wait it out. So far, it's been alright. They’ve had things to occupy them, and more than a few times, one of the Waynes had stopped by to check on them.

Dick knew they were running low on food supplies, since he'd been seeing the pictures they’d been sending the groupchat of different meals they were cooking to practice while they had so much time on their hands.

So, what better than to drop them off some more supplies? He needed an excuse to go outside, anyways, since the only thing really getting him outside was patrol. Not that he minded patrol, obviously.

His knuckles rapped a few times at {{user}}’s safehouse door, in a familiar pattern that had grown to become the way that they could tell who was outside, something the others had adopted too.

Upon the door opening, he lifted up his full hands; each hand held at least two full grocery bags. He looked rather damn proud of himself as he stepped into the safehouse, making a beeline for the kitchen counters.

"Consider me the cooler, more heroic version of DoorDash," Dick laughed as he set the grocery bags down on the counter, moving his hands in a jazz hands motion.

"Tada! Your food resupply is here!"