[ he wakes up and he feels - malleable. pliable. obedient. it reminds him, briefly, of the cocktail of drugs they'd pumped into his system at the asylum. had that been real? had he really burnt the robin suit?

is this real?

he can only conclude that the answer is yes, but it doesn't seem like it should be. so he tries to keep to himself. keep his head down, get his bearings, figure this shit out. the team is done, anyway, so whatever this is, he'll manage it on his own.

eventually, someone finds him. tells him this is another universe. dick forces a smile. ] You must have the wrong guy.

I don't remember being here before, so help me out. What do you know about me?

[ ooc; find dick (a) ordering pizza and eating it at the safehouse, (b) hanging out at the safehouse in general, (c) taking a seemingly leisurely stroll around the city, or (d) somewhere else entirely, the sky's the limit. ]