"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that you're about the most responsible one of us when it comes to The Mission." Dick wasn't drunk, but he was at the stage of inebriation that he liked to call Philosophically Buzzed. "That doesn't mean I won't torture you when you're hungover, though. Feel free to do the same to me, if it's ever an issue."
Dick kissed Carrie's cheek and signaled to the bartender that he would like another girly tropical drink. Once he brought it over, Dick raised his new pineapple mug. "To Darke Knight. Wherever he may be."