Dick had woken up a little later than usual, bruises fully formed from the pummeling he had taken last night at the hands of Gotham's baddies. Hair still messed from sleep, and still in his pajamas, the young hero made his way downstairs for breakfast. As he slid into the seat and pulled the box of boring and very plain cereal towards himself (both Bruce and Alfred keeping him far away from the good sugary stuff), Dick noticed the paper folded up neatly next to Bruce's usual place. The older man was probably still asleep unless he had had some meeting or some other work related thing today that Alfred had reminded him of with the dramatic reveal of the sunlight streaming through thrown back curtains.<br/><br/>Opening the paper, Dick scanned through the articles, not really seeing anything that caught his attention until one ad, nearly a full page in size, stopped the young acrobat's fingers already posed to flip the page. The image depicted a man on a motorcycle making some death defying jump with his name underneath in flaming letters. Cereal forgotten, Dick snatched up the paper and ran back up the stairs to Bruce's room, hoping the man was in fact still here.<br/><br/>Pushing the door open, Dick was greeted by the darkness inside, and the sound of someone sleeping undisturbed...until now at least. Taking a running start, Dick jumped onto the bed, shaking the sleeping figure awake.<br/><br/>"Bruce! Wake up! You need to look at this!" The sound of crinkling paper soon joined the boys voice as he shoved the pages closer to the man. "We have to go! Please." A hint of begging was added to the plea.