Dick was making breakfast while everyone else was asleep and Bruce was on patrol. Even Alfred was still soundly under his covers. It was rare enough to see Dick awake before noon but before Alfred? Bruce would have to see it to believe it.
He was hungry. No, he was starving. He ravished through Alfred's nicely organized cupboards before he found pancake mix and blueberries and decided what he needed to be happy.
Bruce was expected back sometime within the next hour. That gave Dick just enough time to get in and out of the kitchen with an entire stack of pancakes. It was his mission, and as far as he was concerned, it was more important than Bruce's would ever be.
While mixing the blueberries in with the batter, Alfred joined the fun.
"May I ask what you are doing, Master Dick?"
He licked the spoon.
"Sure, Al, I'm making breakfast. Pancakes. Bruce's favorite."
"What do you need from Master Bruce?"
Dick cursed under his breath when his batter didn't make a perfect circle in the pan. That's what he gets for trying to do two things at once.
"What do you mean?"
Alfred smirked. "Well Master Dick, I couldn't imagine that you would ever attempt anything in the kitchen if you didn't need something."
"That's absurd, Alfred."
"Is it, son?"
The kitchen was silent as Dick flipped pancakes and Alfred stared.
"Okay, fine, Alfred. I was starving! I don't know how you and Bruce and all the others live on what's in this house."
"Fruits and vegetables, Sir?"
"Yeah, that stuff! I read somewhere that you need lots of sugar and carbs to function at a level of sanity."
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Must've been some website," he mumbled.
Before Alfred and Dick could continue, Bruce stumbled tiredly through the cave exit and sat at the bar. He pulled off his cowl and started confused at the scene before him.
"Dick," he greeted.
"Ass," Dick said back.
A look of pure horror graced Alfred's face.
"Oh, OH, you meant my name. Sorry, my bad. Hi."