Playing with the edge of the tablecloth, Dick had accepted the fact that he would need to find some other way to occupy himself that night, at least until it was time to go out on patrol. He really should have known that something like this would happen. He heard Bruce speaking to him, saying he would do what he could to clear up his schedule, but didn’t get his hopes up. Simply nodding, Dick sat up in his chair and poked at the breakfast Alfred had placed before him. Dick watched Bruce get up from under the hair that had fallen in his face, making no move to push it aside.<br/><br/>Alfred also watched Bruce leave, placing the call, and turned to Dick, telling him to eat his food before it got cold as the butler picked up a tray and carried it into the kitchen to wash, refilling Bruce’s coffee mug as he passed. Dick continued to poke at his food, his cheek propped on his hand as he waited for Bruce to come back to deliver the bad news.<br/><br/>Hearing the man returning, Dick mentally prepared himself for the let down. What he heard instead had him dropping his fork and sitting up straight in his seat, wide eyed as he looked at Bruce.<br/><br/>“Really! Like, no joke?” Jumping up from his seat, Dick nearly tripped over the chair leg as he rushed to hug Bruce.<br/><br/>“This is amazing! Thank you!”<br/><br/>Alfred watched from the door, smiling at his two charges before making his presence known.<br/><br/>“Master Bruce, master Dick, both school and work won’t wait forever.” Alfred said, handing Dick his backpack, and Bruce his briefcase. Dick slung his bag over his shoulder, thanking Alfred as he passed the man.<br/><br/>“So no going back on this, you said we could go to the show, we have to go.” Dick said to Bruce, meeting the man’s eye as he did.