Dick walked through the door of the Wayne Manor, surprisingly that encounter with Barbara went well. He closed the door behind him, outside he noticed Alfred had left for the night. Dick yawned loudly and intentionally to let Tim know he was here. It was pouring outside now, not that it mattered, but Dick always seemed to count the raindrops outside of the window. Dick pulled off his leather jacket and hanged it on the coat hanger. He walked to the room he always slept in whenever he came to the Manor. He pulled his blue shirt off, and started unbuckling his belt. He threw it down, and stepped out of his pants.
Dick pulled on his pajamas, and sat on the bed, watching TV. "...Uuugh..." He was so tired, but he didn't feel like going to sleep. His brother, well, Tim was probably asleep by now. Dick pulled the covers over his lower body. He sighed, and started to close his eyes.
For once in a long time, he felt comfortable sleeping. It's great to be back with his family, he just wished he would've come back when...No, he shouldn't think like that.
He fell asleep, snoring like a bear in hibernation. Man, he really needed this. He needed a lot of things ever since he left Gotham.
He woke up that morning, and looked around. The TV was still on, apparently. Dick yawned, and got out of the bed. He walked down the stairs to the kitchen to see Alfred making breakfast.
"Good morning, Master Grayson." Alfred said, while cooking bacon, and waffles were in the toaster. This looked like it was going to be a nice breakfast.
"Morning, Alfred." Dick smiled. Alfred didn't really pay attention to Dick's smiled. Alfred was like that. Sometimes, Alfred's personality annoyed Dick, but how was he going say that to the man that practically raised him since Bruce was distant?
"I can help you with the cooking."
"I'd prefer not, Master Grayson. I've never seen you as the cooking type." Alfred said, with a grin. Dick chuckled. It was really, REALLY great to be home.
He walked off into his room, grabbed his phone and and sent Barbara a voicemail "Hey, Babs. Just trying to see if you're okay, call me back." He turned his phone back off and laid on the bed, waiting for breakfast to be ready.
Dick pulled on his pajamas, and sat on the bed, watching TV. "...Uuugh..." He was so tired, but he didn't feel like going to sleep. His brother, well, Tim was probably asleep by now. Dick pulled the covers over his lower body. He sighed, and started to close his eyes.
For once in a long time, he felt comfortable sleeping. It's great to be back with his family, he just wished he would've come back when...No, he shouldn't think like that.
He fell asleep, snoring like a bear in hibernation. Man, he really needed this. He needed a lot of things ever since he left Gotham.
He woke up that morning, and looked around. The TV was still on, apparently. Dick yawned, and got out of the bed. He walked down the stairs to the kitchen to see Alfred making breakfast.
"Good morning, Master Grayson." Alfred said, while cooking bacon, and waffles were in the toaster. This looked like it was going to be a nice breakfast.
"Morning, Alfred." Dick smiled. Alfred didn't really pay attention to Dick's smiled. Alfred was like that. Sometimes, Alfred's personality annoyed Dick, but how was he going say that to the man that practically raised him since Bruce was distant?
"I can help you with the cooking."
"I'd prefer not, Master Grayson. I've never seen you as the cooking type." Alfred said, with a grin. Dick chuckled. It was really, REALLY great to be home.
He walked off into his room, grabbed his phone and and sent Barbara a voicemail "Hey, Babs. Just trying to see if you're okay, call me back." He turned his phone back off and laid on the bed, waiting for breakfast to be ready.