From his experience, Dick knows there’s little use in planning out his day hour-by-hour.

For example, he knew that you were coming over at 6pm. That give him plenty of time for whatever curveball life decided to throw at him, it was almost leisurely - he woke up, hit the gym, took his time to have the breakfast made by Alfred for once, met up with Roy and Wally, and there were still hours remaining until 6.

Then Bruce called him to the Batcave and had him discuss in agonising detail a case he had little real interest in. Although Dick was growing nervous, Alfred would call if you arrived early, and he still had time. While he and Bruce were discussing the minute specifics of what to do, an alert came in, forcing the Dynamic Duo to action in downtown Gotham. The situation was messy, and took a long time to diffuse and sort out.

By the time it ended, it was past 7pm, and Dick didn’t even want to check his phone. Alfred would have let you in, and you’d be concerned as to where he was. Then, Bruce somehow decided it was the perfect time to do a circuit of Gotham’s rooftops, despite Dick’s protests, and they ended up back at Wayne Manor when the sun had already set, at almost 9pm.

He practically staggered through the window back into his bedroom. In lightning speed, he changes out of the costume, and into more comfortable clothes, before dashing through the long hallway of the manor. “Is {{user}} still here?” he says, anxiously to Alfred, who gestures toward the quiet, dark cinema room.

Dick bursts through the door and spots you, instantly launching into a non-stop volley of excuses and explanations, like a machine gun firing. “Hi, uh, I’m so sorry, I– the time just flew past while I was out, and there was these people with flamethrowers– no, no, that’s besides the point, and Bruce made me go on patrol after, but, um, I’m really sorry you had to wait, I– I would have been here when you arrived and not, um, three hours late if I could have.”