As Chester finished eating, he waited for the others to be done and then they would head off to the arcade to play some cool games. His mind raced through the different games that could be available to try at the place and wondered which one would grab his attention the most. He could use a good shooter game especially one where he could blow a monster's brains out and possibly beat the game. Once the meal was over Chester went to his personal area and changed out of his hero suit and into his civilian clothing. His clothes were a white and black t shirt with a cartoon rat on the chest eating cheese, a red hoodie and cargo pants.

Thanks to his anxiety issues Chester packed his costume in his backpack and didn't want to leave the gym without it since his clothes wouldn't be able to change with him like the suit could. Many would call him paranoid, but he needed to feel secure and prepared for anything. This was yet another side-effect of Robin's death and he wondered if his sanity would be able to handle his anxiety and hero-work in Gotham along with it. 

There were times when he wanted to talk to someone about his problems, but Chester hated the thought of having to expose such a personal issue. He already had minuscule power and didn't need another reason for others to consider him the weakest link. The thought of being weakest made him think back to that horrible night and he wondered if his membership on the team had helped cause Robin's death, maybe he should have found someone else for the team. Chester began to feel his depression begin to come back and he had to sit down with his back against the wall and burry his head in his arms

"Damn it Chester, stop thinking about that stuff. You're not weak and it's not your fault he died" he said to himself. He was glad that the others weren't here, they would probably think he was crazy talking to himself like that.

"Chester, are you alright?" Amy's voice called out and Chester pulled his head out of his arms.

"I'm fine, just a little tired" he lied to his pet. The rat could tell that this wasn't the case, but she didn't question any further.

"You should get some rest" the female rat replied.

"Can't, me and several of the others are going to the arcade" he said to her and Archie who was sipping water from a small bowl in the cage.

"Oh can we come?" Archie asked.

"I don't see anything wrong with it, but don't make a mess of things and eating other people's food" Chester explained to them and the two rats nodded in unison. He went over to the cage and opened it to take out his pets. Placing the two rodents on his shoulder, Chester grabbed his backpack and he headed out his room to find the others. He found them by a truck that El Sasquatcho owned and Chester decided to carpool with the Luchador and others joining him. Chester gave them a sad smile, he hoped that they wouldn't notice his depression and he quickly followed up with a bit of humor.

"So what can this Luchamobile do? Did Batman make it able to fly or put hidden guns on it?" he asked with an amused smile.