Jericho sat up in his bed rubbing his hands over his face. With a yawn he swung his pajamad legs over the edge and clambered to his feet on wobbly knees. He glanced at the wall he was painting, nearly done, but he'd have to find a way to get Robin and Raven to add their touch at some point. It wouldn't be easy with them both not around as much
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