"Oh, come on! This is totally gonna stain," Nightwing complained as he wiped at the dubious gunk coating his suit.
"Stop whining, it ain't that big a deal," Hood waved a hand in dismissal.
"Says you!" Nightwing snapped, "What, just cause your clothes are leather and don't stain means you have no sympathy for the rest of us?"
"Hate to break it to you Wing, but leather absolutely stains," Hood replied.
"What? Then why are your clothes always spotless even after a fight with Condiment King?" Nightwing demanded.
Hood nonchalantly shrugged a shoulder, "I have a guy."
"A guy?"
"Yeah, a cleaner guy."
"Why do you have a cleaner guy?"
"I run a crime empire," Hood deadpanned with a flat expression, "I take out drug dealers and pedophiles on a daily basis, you think I clean that shit up myself?"
"Maybe! I don't know how crime stuff works!" Nightwing threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Well I don't," Hood replied matter-of-factly, "That's what Danny's for, he cleans up all my major blood baths and biohazards.
"Huh." Nightwing looked down at his suit and the gloop already soaking deep into the fabric. "...Think Danny could clean this for me?"
"What? No, get your own Danny!"
"But you already have a Danny! Can't I just borrow him?"
"No! If I let you borrow Danny then everyone is gonna wanna borrow Danny and, last I checked, I'm the only one who has him on payroll."
"I can pay! I'll pay whatever you want, just name your price!"
"You're unbelievable." Hood began to walk away.
"Hood please!" Nightwing begged.
"Not a chance."

















