Regret

Drystan was currently at home, looking in the bathroom mirror thinking about how things went last night.

He was struggling to remember as he got blackout drunk, but it was slowly coming back to him.

"I fucked up." Drystan said with a groan.

"I really, really fucked up"

Last night after his fuckup at the Wayne enterprises he went The Sirens for a drink.

He started downing drinks as drinking was the perfect solution to every problem as proven by every dead beat father in existence.

After he drank so much beer that it would kill a lesser man the Sirens took notice of the handsome drunken teacher and invited him to play pin the tail on the office worker.

After that he had an impromptu drunk therapy session with the three of the them.

Luckily for him, even while drunk he didn't day anything about his secret identity, just how disappointed he was in himself and how he was a failure.

Normally he would hop off his pity party after sobering up and get on with his life.

But today he was truly disappointed with himself because after his therapy session he invited the girls back to his place.

They only played a few drunken games and didn't do anything "Too" inappropriate but now he has three of Gotham's finest sleeping on his bed.

This is a problem.

The biggest problem is that they now know where he lives.

Catwoman would at most steal from him so he wasn't too worried about her.

But Poison Ivy is an eco-terrorist that could and Drystan wasn't sure how she would react after inspecting his house plants.

He took care of them, its just that he isn't a world renowned botanist so he didn't know if he did a satisfactory job in her eyes.

And Harley Quinn was just a little crazy, so he wasn't sure how to handle her.

So he decided not to be here when they woke up.

He had a reasonable excuse to dip at five A.M. as he had morning class at eight and had to go prepare.

So he made a quick breakfast and left a note with some food on the counter politely telling them that he was at work and that the could let themselves out.

He was just hoping that they would have better things to do and would be gone by the time he got back.

He didn't have anything to hide at home except for what's on his computer which is encrypted to hell so he didn't have any problems leaving them in his home..

He was surprised however that when he got to his office he saw a red eyed Barbara Gordon sitting at his desk.

"Barbara, your back? Are you okay?" he asked, as even though he was happy she was back, he was mostly worried as she had clearly been crying for a while.

She looked at him emotionlessly saying "Just came to let you know I'm back. That's all." before attempting to leave his office.

"You cant just avoid me for a few days then come back tear stricken and act like nothing happened." Drystan said while blocking the doorway, trapping her in his office before closing the door.

"So what's going on? Why are you crying?" he asked trying to figure out why she is crying before asking any other questions.

She just ignored his question and asked "Can you get out of the way?"

"Can you answer my question first?" Drystan said not backing down.

Normally he would have given her some time, but his past few fuckups had him really high strung and the fact that he didn't know where he and Barbara stood after the whole 'Oracle' situation just added to things.

After Barbara stared at him for a few seconds Drystan realize that he was being rude by trapping her in the room and moved out of the way apologizing.

"I'm sorry, its just that I haven't seen you for a few days and don't know if we are cool now. Plus you showing up with poofy eyes doesn't help either."

"Did you just call me poofy?" she said while glaring at him.

Drystan was really confused at how that's what she focused on "Um, no I just meant that your eyes are swollen." he said with a tilt in confusion.

"Whatever" was all she said before leaving his office.

Drystan was really confused and didn't know how to react.

He stood there for a minute before taking his phone out and making a call.

"Hello?" he heard a sensual voice say from the other side.

"Hello, this is Drystan Doyle may I ask if this is Dinah speaking?" he asked.

He could tell that it was the Black Canary over the phone just by the voice, this was just the first time he called her since he got her number a few days ago when she broke into his house so he wanted to establish that its him calling.

"Ahhh, your that teacher that's really nosy."

Drystan didn't think he was nosy.

But then again he is calling to ask about Barbara's situation so maybe he is a little nosy.

"Yep, that me, just calling to ask if you can fill me in on why Barbara's a millisecond away from a breakdown."

"Our whole 'Community' in Gotham is small, so just look up what happened last night and you'll know." She said before briskly hanging up.

"What happened last night?" Drystan wondered before looking up the news.

After a few seconds of browsing the news he quickly figured out what's up

She is emotional because Nightwing was brutalized by him.

Makes sense that they would know each other as there aren't that many heroes in Gotham and Batman previously came to save her when he broke into the tower.

Just another thing for him to regret about yesterday, adding making Barbara cry to the list of things he's done wrong in the past twenty four hours.

For the rest of the day he tried to get Barbara to cheer up, but it didn't matter as he went home defeated as she didn't seem interested at anything going on and kept looking at her phone worried all day.

What Drystan didn't know what that Barbara and Nightwing had been in an on and off relationship for the past few years and that Nightwing almost dying again really hurt her.

So Drystan returned to his home, which was luckily empty by the time he got home.

Looking at the table where he left a note was a different one replacing it saying 'See you soon, with a big smiley face on it.

'Great', was all Drystan could think as the note basically guaranteed that the Sirens would be visiting him in the future.

Drystan just sighed and went around the house trying to figure out how much was stolen before he collapsed on the couch.

It was only around five or six in the evening at this point but the days stress piled up and he went to sleep as soon as he got his shoes off.