this isn’t what @supermantm was asking for but it’s too late
“i’m not slurring. you are.” dick insists. it isn’t true, and something in him knows that, but he’s nothing if not stubborn.
sure, maybe it isn’t one of his best decisions, but making good decisions gets really, really exhausting after awhile. and sometimes... sometimes he’s too tired to. he’s too tired to have that fight with bruce again. he’s too tired to argue with jason, or disappoint tim, or be the man damian needs. he’s too tired to pretend everything is fine and peachy with him and babs, and that he definitely has no lingering bad feelings about their break up. too tired to deal with the haven pd, too tired to take on criminals on the street, to stick up for everyone in need, to shoulder all of it.
and, well, he knows it’s dramatic. he’s really, really good at being dramatic. but now he’s in too deep - as evidenced by the not insignificant amount of rum missing from the bottle on his table.
all things considered, he isn’t that drunk. part of the patented bat training is learning to hold your liquor and build a tolerance. the preference is always to avoid drinking on a mission, but from time to time it’s an inevitability. and there’s nothing the bats aren’t prepared for. until there is, he thinks bitterly.
it’s a rare indulgence anyway. with enough time passing between to remember why exactly it’s rare. but of course, the night he doesn’t fight the impulse, kon drops in. and maybe he’s a little embarrassed. feels a little silly about his wallowing.
“what d’you need?” he finally asks, as if he’d really, truly be able to do anything for kon at the moment. and maybe he can’t quite repress the feeling that this is what he’s supposed to do.
that if he can’t drop everything and help, what business does he have being a hero? that he’d just give bruce another reason to be disappointed in him.