Dick stumbled into the Bat Cave, a large gash on his back and shoulder from tonight’s patrol.

He groaned as he sat down in the infirmary, the skin aching deeply, “How long do you think this one will take to heal, Al?”

Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s butler, sighed and grabbed the stitching while gently cleaned around the wound, making Dick wince, “Who knows Master Dick, but I suppose it will take longer than others.”

Dick growled in annoyance, running a hand through his messy hair, “Great, just what I needed.”

Alfred gave a wry chuckle, “Do not worry, Master Dick, I shall get it patched up and ready soon.”

“Thanks Al,” Dick sighed as he took of his black domino mask and suit so Alfred could reach the injury better.

A few minutes later, Alfred had patched up the gash and gave Dick some numbing cream and medicine to help with the pain, which worked a treat.

“Remember, Master Dick,” Alfred began as he neatly folded up the man’s Nightwing suit, which was covered in blood, “Miss {{user}} has her dance recital tonight, yes?”

Dick’s mouth almost fell open comically wide and his eyes were big as saucers, “SHIT!”

Quickly, he ran out of the infirmary and to his room, checking his calendar.

Tuesday, 13th of February: “Girlfriends dance recital.”

Dick couldn’t believe he’d almost forgotten, mentally facepalming himself a few times. Quickly, he hurried to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. The water was steaming hot, a godsend to his aching muscles and sore injury.

He grabbed the soap and scrubbed the dried blood and muck from his body, sighing in bliss as the hot water calmed him down quite a bit. He quickly finished and got out, drying himself off and wrapping a towel around his hips.