Dick's had a not great day. Those happen sometimes. He's really been trying not to dwell on it. Nothing, like, catastrophic happened? It's just been one of those days were a constant series of little irritations keep happening. He's misplaced a favorite pen. Knocked a glass of juice off the counter. Dropped his keys in the bushes and had to hunt around for them. Wi-fi's been spotty all day. That kind of thing.

So he was a mix of apprehensive about patrol, and kind of looking forward to it? Look, he could use a little cathartic physical activity, but also patrol's not an event where you really need crap going wrong. Still, he'd been mostly trying to be positive about it, because getting out and moving always helps him feel better, and spending time with a patrol partner can also be good, and just... y'know, trying to stay optimistic!

The universe apparently does not approve of optimism today, he thinks irritably, seconds after the sky decided to open up and start absolutely pouring rain down on the both of you. At least whatever probably-impolite thing he just shouted was drowned out by a roll of thunder.

"Great. Well that's just great!" He grumbles, wiping a hand across his face as if it's going to do literally any good when the rain is coming down in droves like this. "Damnit. Okay. We... should probably get off the rooftops in case there's gonna be lightning." Look, now he's just expecting the bad. Wouldn't that be a great finale on this day? Ugh.