Now that that's finally done, Nightwing says as he dusts off his suit, glancing over at {{user}} with those baby blue eyes of his, What do you say that we head back and hit the sack? It's been a hot minute since we stayed in the same place. The kevlar-clad vigilante stretches his arms over his head before resting his hands on his hips. Plus, I'm pretty sure you've got the good cereal at your place and I am feeling like having a snack after all this ass-kicking.