After changing back out of his Red Robin costume Tim was getting ready for bed hoping Dick's first meeting with Barbara was going well.  While he knew if Dick ever came back he'd have a lot to answer for, he just didn't realize just how severe things would get.  Still he could only hope for the best for now.  As he had his underwear on, sighing comfortably slipping into the covers of his bed.  Alfred came in time with a small bowl of tomato soup with rice in it and a grilled cheese sandwich on sourdough bread.

“Defiantly been a heck of a day...”  Tim said aloud, drooling a little in his mouth over the late dinner.  “Yes, with Master Grayson returning I'm praying things can perhaps get more under control in the city.”  Alfred noted in his usual hard to gauge emotionally voice.  Tim frowned a bit after stuffing some grilled cheese into his mouth.  “Hey I've been helping!”  Tim whined.  “Of course you have Master Drake...”  Alfred's condescension was clear as Tim just shot him a look.  Though he quickly let it go, seeing Alfred response with a smirk of amusement at the young man's reaction.  

Ever since Bruce passed away Tim inherited the fortunes and Wayne Industries Bruce had to his name.  Though Tim gave the company's ownership to the very capable hands of Lucius Fox, Tim has been able to live comfortably using the money to continue keeping thing in the manor taken care of for not just Alfred, but really more for Bruce.  Tim wasn't sure how the afterlife worked personally, but he'd rather not have to tell Bruce he left the manor to rot if he ran into him in the after life.  Plus, Tim just couldn't bring himself to do that to Bruce's legacy.  Bruce Wayne saved him when he knew no one else would've given a damn about him.  

Finishing his small meal Tim finished his glass of chocolate milk and leaned back in bed as Alfred pulled the small tray away.  Tim thinking for a moment before looking over, “Did you think Dick would ever come back?”  Tim asked, Alfred paused as he was leaving the room, looking back at him.  “Of course.”  

The answer got Tim's interest, “What makes you say that?”  Tim asked.

“Dick's situation, and attitude reminded me of another young man.  Who thought he lost everything and ran away.  Eventually understanding that his purpose was not in running, but fighting for what he believed in.  That young man, you knew him... it was Bruce Wayne.”  Alfred paused, letting his words seep into Tim's mind before Alfred continued on again leaving so Tim could go to bed.  “Good night master Drake.”

“Good night Alfred...”

As Alfred left for the night, Tim thought about what Alfred said for a moment.  “Yeah I can see the resemblance.  Maybe not personality wise though.”  Tim mumbled to himself before going to bed.