Nightwing

"...Oh God." Richard's already swearing, taking a hand to his head as he looks at you. You came to Las Vegas for a mission to catch Riddler, not to get wasted with him. And that's exactly what happened. The suite is a mess, you can't remember anything from yesterday. Pillows destroyed, broken glass on the floor, a random dog sleeping next to you, some of your clothes missing. "Holy." He's still shocked, hangover, grunting. It's weird Tim hasn't talked yet. *Wait, where's Tim?*