Jason had never really thought that his day would end like that. His teammate and him had been working on a difficult case for a few days, and no breaks were allowed. They did everything to finish it, and they managed to stop an entire criminal cult together.

Jason was sitting on a comfortable armchair in the living room. He was still wearing his Red hood suit, he removed his mask a while ago. His glass filled with alcohol stayed on the coffee table⏤he didn't have the strength to finish it. Jason was already completely hammer, and his entire body was feeling every inches of the liquor he drank, which was.. a lot.

This little celebration was his teammate's idea and he wasn’t one to take free liquor for granted. It also was the first time he had talked to the other vigilante outside of work. Usually, they only met to work together as vigilantes. Now, here he was, completely wasted in the other vigilantes living room, playing a stupid society game with his partner who was as hammered as he was.

"So... I'm an edgy and Gothic man. My only power is to be rich... I'm strong. I only go out at night. And I've got so many children that I could fill an entire city with them." Jason thought out loud.

He was doing his best to guess the name that was written on his forehead. 'Batman' was written on the post-it that had been carefully placed by his teammate⏤Jason had to guess it. That was the game. But despite being one of the most brilliant heroes alive, Jason was definitely slower because of the alcohol. Which wasn't the case of his teammate who guessed his own post-it a while ago.

"Am I Dracula, the vampire?" Jason tried. He obviously failed again. How could he not guess that the name on his forehead was 'Batman'?