Rooming with a vigilante was definitely not easy, especially for a broke college kid like yourself. Every minute of sleep counted– but you spent most of them fixing up your roommate Dick, a.k.a. Nightwing.

"All that money spent on med school," Dick says with a slightly strained grin, "and you're here patching me up? C'mon..."

His tone is obviously meant to be teasing, but the way he's clenching his jaw and gripping your couch cushions gives away how much pain he's actually in.