Dick felt more or less back to normal the following morning. Bruce didn't want him to go to school, nervous that the fear toxin would act up. He knew the tests they did on Dick showed no signs of the drug being in his blood system still, but the toxin had been proved to be unpredictable.
It was Friday though, so it didn't really matter as much. Besides, Dick was already ahead of most of his classes. He wasn't really missing anything.
"Master Dick, are you positive you're alright?" Alfred asked as he set his charge's morning meal before him. Dick gave an exasperated sigh.
"Yes. How many times do I have to tell you and Bruce that? The rest have already cleared me."
"We are merely worried, Master Dick. Just be sure to tell us right away if you notice anything out of the ordinary."
Dick shoved a fork full of scrambled eggs in his mouth. "Yef Afed," he said.
Alfred glared at him. "Young sir, how many times must I tell you not to speak with your mouth full? I do not tolerate bad manners."
Dick promptly shut his mouth and swallowed, before grinning sheepishly. "Sorry?"
Alfred chuckled lightly, before returning to the kitchen. "Oh yes- and don't forget about your fitting today. I'll take you to get it done soon after lunch. Usually, with the recent events that have happened, I would have cancelled it, but as you so eagerly claimed yourself, you are fine, so there is no reason why you should not go."
At that comment, Dick groaned and slouched down in his chair. "Ugh, don't remind me," he grumbled. With the depressing news of his fitting in his mind (seriously, who still went to get a fitting done?), he went back to glumly eating his breakfast.
A few hours later, Dick returned with Alfred from his suit fitting. It was horrible. The whole time he was just standing there bored, while he got measured and a bunch of other things. Dick thought it was all ridiculous. Why go through all the trouble to get fitted for a suit, when you could easily purchase a premade one that looked just as nice? It didn't make any sense to Dick. Just the "fun" of being rich, he supposed.
As Dick walked back into the manor with Alfred, the elderly butler noticed the frown on his face.
"Why are you looking so solemn, Master Dick?" he asked. "The fitting wasn't that bad, was it?"
Dick shrugged. "Eh. Why did I need to do that anyway? Wouldn't it have been easier to just get an already made suit?" He paused. "But there's also tomorrow's social thingy...Definitely not looking forward to that."
"That's understandable. Master Bruce often complains about them too, and he's been going to them his whole life."
Dick smirked slightly. "He does?"
"Nearly every day, I assure you," Alfred said with a smile. "But look on the bright side: the social won't be held as late as most of the other ones you've attended. It should pass by much quicker."
"Doubtful," Dick replied. "But thanks for trying to cheer me up Alfie."
"My pleasure, Master Dick."
