"You've got a visitor, Commish."

"Yeah. One moment. Where did that form go… ah fuck it."

"Language."

"Didn't I say one moment? Frigging-" The man froze mid-motion. His hand was still gripping a sheet of paper that he didn't remember being so important. Then he looked up slowly and his eyes widened.

His visitor had the decency to sit down on his guest chair. He waved in a casual manner. It encompassed the carelessness of a billionaire playboy and the grimness of a masked vigilante. "Afternoon, Commissioner Grayson."

"Holy shit."

"Let no one say I paid for your education."

"Holy shit!" Dick scrambled from his seat and almost fell off his chair. He managed to draw his eyes away from Bruce to the door. "You just walked in in a suit and tie?"

"I wouldn't imagine the younger generation of GCPD officers to be too familiar with Gotham's high society from three decades ago."

"The day Bruce Wayne doesn't think his identity is just the most important secret to guard. I'll be damned." He was still staring in disbelief. "So what prompted you to rise from the dead? And what's the whole…" Dick gestured to his face. "If it's plastic surgery, please send me the name of your doctor."

"You look healthy yourself."

"You bet, I look damn gorgeous. Babs can't get her hands off of me." Dick's eyes narrowed. "First thing, I'm going to suspect magic. Second, time travel, just cause that face can't be sculpted with a butter knife. Third, you didn't come here to say hello, did you?"

"No, but your groundless acceptance is disconcerting." Bruce observed. "You look surprised, not suspicious. Who do I have to thank?"

"Wonder Woman called. Said I should be expecting a surprise these few days. I think she said it to make sure I don't get a heart attack. Let's be honest, I would never have thought it. How's Clark?"

"Adjusting."

"Is this a temporary thing?" Dick's face was suddenly hopeful. Please say no.

"I don't know." Bruce replied earnestly. "I can't bring myself to wish either yes or no. I have a life to return to."

"So it is time travel." Dick groaned.

"Perhaps."

"So is Clark, you know, fucking your brains out or..." Dick made another vague gesture. "Not that it's easy to phrase that when you're technically..."

"The general rule is if a question is too uncomfortable for you to ask, it would be too uncomfortable for someone to answer."

"Just... you look thirtyish." Dick grinned. "And everyone knows Clark got on one knee at around that time. Cause you were about as hot as hot can be at thirty, and this is coming from me, so you know..." He trailed off and shrugged.

"I have no recollection of his proposal." Bruce answered dismissively. He folded his hands around his knee and leaned forward. "Would you like to come back to the Manor tonight?"

"Family dinner?"

"I need you to contact a few people."

Dick gulped nervously. "Um, you should know, about Alfred…"

Bruce's expression immediately hardened, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.

Dick took one glance at Bruce's face and immediately knew he reached the wrong conclusion. "Oh heck no, he's not dead, Bruce." He dragged a hand down his face and almost chuckled in relief. "I just meant to say he tripped on his way to the washroom past midnight so he's now in a wheelchair. It's not even permanent. He just can't cook for a while because he can't reach the stove."

The relief on Bruce's face was immediate. "Jesus. I'm cutting your inheritance by half."

"My mistake. Babs takes care of him now. I go back once in a while, clean the Manor and do all that stuff Tim doesn't do. So, who am I supposed to invite? The whole Bat Family?"

"Just Jason, Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Barbara."

Dick groaned. "You must be kidding me. Why can't you do it?"

"I learned that I have the ability to give people heart attacks."

"Great, and me telling someone Bruce dug his way up from his coffin is so much less freaky."

"You're credible."

"Why, thanks. I don't tell lies so often, how about that?"

"Call them and show up yourself. I'll cook."

"Would that even be edible?" Bruce's icy glare was no warmer than in his memories. "Okay. I'll book a few rooms at Gotham General Hospital to be safe."

"Also," Bruce glanced at the closed door. "I need access to the cave."

"Just drive in, I didn't change anything." Dick cocked his head to the side in contemplation. "Except the speakers. They're lousy compared to your NASA grade equipment."

"I have never been more worried for security."

"That literally just means I didn't deactivate your info on the electrochemical DNA sensors." Dick rolled his eyes. "You're welcome."

Bruce walked towards the door. "Your form." He gestured at the large cabinet on one side of Dick's office. "It's under there."

"Oh, thanks. There you are. How did you even get there?" Dick fished it out with a swipe. He heard the telltale swing of the door behind him. "Hey, it's good to see you."

A familiar grunt of acknowledgement reached him before the door clicked shut.