Gotham hasn't had a heat wave like this in ages. It's... well, it's really freakin' hot. Like, hot enough that even Wayne Manor's AC is having a hard time keeping up. It's the sort of hot that makes Dick wonder if, like, Mr. Freeze has a cousin who does heat-based stuff? Is that a thing? He hopes that's not a thing.

Though if it was a thing, at least they could go capture the guy and stop it. So maybe that would have its perks.

He's trying to keep an upbeat attitude. Weather's weather, what can you do about it? Not much, that's what. Sure it's hot and muggy and sweaty and humid and gross and miserable, but... uh... where was he going with this? Oh right. You've just got to keep on keeping on. Right? Right.

Except it's really hard to convince himself to get up and do anything when it's this dang hot. He doesn't want to go work out. Or train. Or run errands. Or watch TV. Or read anything. He sort of feels like he should be doing something... productive, most of the time, but right now 'productive' seems out the window because he's struggling to even get the motivation to do anything. And it's only just after breakfast! There's a whole day of this coming. And it's only going to get hotter as the day goes on, isn't it?

He gives a frustrated huff, then groans and leans back in his chair. "Ugh. Heat waves are the worst."