August 15, 2000h "I can't believe you let me fall asleep on a stakeout," Dick grumbled, shaking his head. "Highly visible police presence," Filb corrected. He dug his keys from the depths of his locker and swung the door shut. "Just don't kill yourself getting home, y'hear? You gonna sleep and play with your kid tomorrow?" "Yeah," Dick answered around a yawn, nodding. "Man, do I need the day off. Saturday's game got canceled?" "Yeah. Tricorner's coach has a sister in Rabe. I told him to go see her, we'd reschedule." "Good call. Spud needs a down day, I think," Dick told him. "Babs too." "Tell him anytime he wants some extra batting practice, lemme know." "I will. Gotta get going." "No shower? You stink Grayson." "Thanks. I'll catch one at home." "See ya Friday." "Later." Dick left the station locker room and stepped into the oppressive August heat. He started his motorcycle and pulled into traffic. Under the cover of the motor's growl, he activated the communicator on the bike. "Alfred? It's Dick. Bruce around?" "Master Dick. I'm afraid Master Bruce and Miss Dinah had a social obligation this evening. They are not expected home for at least another hour." "Great. I don't suppose you know if he got around to looking into the Freesoap Corporation holdings I asked about?" There was a pause. A long one. "I am fairly certain that Master Bruce's workload of recent has not included-" "Figures." Alfred stopped talking. "If you wish, Master Dick-" "Sorry Alfred, don't worry about it. I'll just drop into the Exchequer on my rounds tonight. Talk to you later." Just north of Gotham City, Alfred Pennyworth sighed as the connection was broken.