"We gotta deal with them?! It's that kind of thinking that put me in this weird sabbtical, Underoos!" Roy exclaimed and poked Dick in the chest with each syllable. "And we had a portal making goth lady up our sleeve too!" Glaring at the case didn't make it vanish, so Roy sighed and dropped his head back before pulling his comms and typing into his phone that he was offshift. "I want beers on your next trip then. You owe me a case of something good for this.: