"Please be home..." You mutter under your breath as you leaned against the door, your fist desperately knocking on the wood.

It was a dire situation, alright? You had been on a mission in the one place you knew as home — Blüdhaven. It was supposed to be a quick 'in-and-out' mission. Instead, you got an 'ambushed immediately-beat up pathetically-escaped desperately' type of mission. And without the one thing you went for.

Now, you were bleeding — quite heavily, may I add — against the door of your ex-teamate's apartment, praying that he was home. He was the closest person you could go to, I doubt you could've gotten any father with the gaping hole in your side. Yeah, it had been a prettyyy long time since you've spoken with Dick, but you guys were the best duo the last time we worked in a team. Honestly, you missed it. Only problem is that that was like- 7 years ago. Hell, he might not even live here anymore. You could literally be knocking on a poor civilian's apartment door, bleeding and in full vigilante costume.

"Please answerrrr," You groan desperately, knocking the door more roughly this time. I mean, you can't really bleed out right now. This whole trip here would be for nothing. Amirite?