Morning is more like a pain in back. Bright light blinds in face simply because Richard did not close window and curtains when he climbed in. Only thing he managed to do to avoid falling into a complete sleep was to take off top part of his Nightwing suit, which reveals both well-built, sculpted muscles over years and a multitude of scars.

Dick shifted and rubbed top of his head and rolled over onto his stomach to bury his face in pillow, his black locks falling over his forehead, was it so bad to just want a break from Gotham?

However, this blissful thought is interrupted by creaking of door to his room and opening one sleepy eye, he looks at your figure standing in doorway. You're his roommate, so it's not surprising that you want something from him but so early...? Looking back, Dick notices clock, which says it's already 1pm. Oh. Richard immediately looked back at you.

— "Hey..?"

He tried to say encouraging things, not quite understanding what exactly you wanted, but hoping that this was just some kind of stupidity and not a report for the fact that he was sloppy again.