Tim came down the stairs in a loose looking cotton robe and trying to make sense of his messed up hair as he yawned.  He was never much of a morning person even before becoming a crusader in the night.  Still he knew when a good breakfast when he smelled it.  Plus he could hear that Dick was back, hopefully Barbara didn't mangle him too hard for what he did.

When he stepped into the kitchen he smiled seeing Alfred preparing breakfast.  "Hey Alfred, did Dick make it back from getting wrecked by Barbara?"  Tim joked as he slipped into the refrigerator.  Pulling out an energy drink which he started sipping on, Alfred had gotten onto him about it in the past but has long since conceded defeat.  Tim just preferred it over coffee, and it made for a handy thing to have on hand when the night justice runs would start slipping into the wee hours of the morning.

"I suppose so, his back in his room."  Alfred noted as he started pulling toast out of the toaster.  Tim nodded and with another drink of his wake up juice took off to find Dick.  Who he found quickly, "Well good to see Barbara decided to let you live."  Tim joked as he came in.  "So..."  Tim started as he took a seat near Dick's bed.  "Obviously we need to get you back in ass-kicking form."  Tim noted, gesturing with his pointing, his hand wrapped around the cold beverage can.  "I mean you probably know yourself better than I ever would.  What do you propose we do about your years of being a couch potato slacker?"  Tim asked giving Dick a teasing grin.