Rain pattered down over the concrete, splotching it with dark spots. Puddles grew in the corners and little streams trailed down the gutters. Dick huddles under an awning, trying to warm his hands up on coffee. His one night not patrolling and this was the weather Gotham gives him. Never-mind going for a run or walking around the shops. No. He was calling a cab and going home. Absolutely great.

He craned his neck back to see the sky, with darkened by the second, flashes of lightening lighting it up for mere seconds.

The only reason he got tonight off anyway was that Bruce had a new sidekick, his age, but with a much more solitary career up to this point. Bruce seemed to like them (as much as the brooding bat would show) and invited them on a mission that Dick had been originally planned for. Absolutely great. No jealousy here.

Dick waited a second before pulling the hood of his jacket up and hurrying out of the awning.