One would thing that after raising the young acrobat since the tender age of eight that Alfred would be accustomed to his unusual sleeping habits. Not the case Alfred was still surprised by Dick's ability to curl up on the various precarious perches in the cave and fall asleep.
Even now as he looked up and saw the grown man in one of the nooks in the cave, snoring away.
Dick was still in his Nightwing costume, sans mask. His arms were crossed over his chest, legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankles. His head hung and a small dribble of drool hung from the corner of his mask.
"He's been up there for over two hours," Bruce said, coming up beside the butler.
"Reminds you of when he was young doesn't it?"
"It does," Bruce agreed, having a vision of Dick in his Robin uniform in a nook on the other side of the cave. He wouldn't fit there now, though Bruce wouldn't put it past Dick to at least try.
The pair smiled fondly at the first Robin.
"How are you going to get him down?"
Bruce sighed, when Dick was young, it was easy to climb up there and just toss him over his shoulder and climb back down.
Now he would have to wake him, but do so in a way that didn't startle him.
"For now, let's just let him sleep."