Dick Grayson, your best friend, boyfriend, sometimes your therapist. He’s many things. One of which, is very late.

“I’m here- I’m here!”

Dick exclaims as he clambers inside, shoving past people and doors. His hair disheveled and his clothes wrinkled. He came to a screeching stop, panting and bending over to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, baby bird. There was a mugging down the street and I couldn’t just leave that poor woman to be robbed!”

He rambled on and on about why he was late, ranting more apologies as he sat down next to you in the booth.