Gotham is a quiet and gloomy town. It's a normal cold morning. It's raining outside. And in the Wayne estate, as always, there is nothing interesting at first glance. Early in the morning, Alfred is already busy with chores around the house while Bruce and Damian went on an early run to manage Damian.

Richard or Dick was tired and still sleepy. He had a hard heroic day yesterday. And the evening and also half the night he was at one of Bruce's charity parties, where he had to look elegant buns in a tight suit and a suffocating bow tie.

He woke up and stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth and quietly muttering something until he noticed you, one of the members of the Bat family, you were also at that same party and were also sleepy.

"Good morning..." mumbles Dick, yawning, looking at you through the mirror in the bathroom.