So this is just a short chapter. A little filler if you will. Since it's so short I'm putting it up now rather than later. Enjoy!

It was always the sunlight that gets him. Somehow it always reaches his eyes, and Dick just wants it to stop waking him up.

So he curled himself into a ball.

But unfortunately a nagging feeling just wouldn't stop poking at him.

'Dick you need to wake up!' A voice that was very much not his own rang throughout his head.

Snapping his eyes wide open, Dick practically jumped out of his bed.

Then it hit him. He jumped out of his bed.

Except it wasn't his bed. It was the guest room that Terry accidentally walked into the day before. And he remembered getting a faint feeling of… loss and longing.

Dick thinks that this room might've been Terry's. But Terry doesn't live at the Manor over on his Earth. Right?

He'll have to ask.

But first…

"So… yesterday definitely happened." Dick spoke aloud.

'Yep. It was a thing that most certainly did happen.' Terry replied.

Memories of swirling emotions of grief and the want to belong. The want of family. Dick knew these emotions well, but they didn't belong to him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rather softly.

'… yeah. What about you?'

Oh yeah. Roy.

Groaning, Dick rubbed his face every which way. There is a lot going on in his life right now and he's unsure how to process it. And poor Superboy. And Jim.

Did they even tell Jim? He doubts it.

And what do they mean they can't find Roy? He just didn't up and disappear. Okay, sure he up and left, but that didn't mean he's just gone from the face of the Earth.

Gurgle

But first. Breakfast.

Standing up from the floor, he noticed something. The messed up bed sheets.

Okay scratch that, make the bed first, and then breakfast. He doesn't need a disappointed Alfred this early in the morning.

Glancing around showed that there wasn't anyone around. Good. Not a single squeak was heard as Dick closed the door. Honestly, such an old house, manor really, was a great place to practice one's stealth.

A glance downwards showed that he was still in yesterday's clothes. He should probably change into pajamas so it looked like he actually went to his room.

After, not only getting into some good ol' pjs but messing up his bed a little to look like he actually slept in it, Dick finally walked to the dining area.

It was… interesting to… watch Terry interact with Bruce. Relatively speaking, Bruce probably doesn't suspect a thing. Alfred, on the other hand, is a man of mystery. Dick bets one of his hats that Alfred has already noticed something if he hasn't seen right through Terry at all.

But the way Terry reacted to Bruce? Somehow Dick could feel some genuine frustration. Just like the feeling of being all alone…

Absently, Dick wondered what an older Bruce Wayne would be like. Definitely not like Alfred, that's for sure.

'Got any ideas for breakfast?' Terry cut through his thoughts.

Glancing into a passing mirror, Dick hummed. "Maybe Pancakes. Or waffles."

A sigh.

Mouth twitching, Dick tried not to smile.

'Didn't we have pancakes yesterday?' The older teen just had to ask.

"Yeah but Alfred doesn't know that."

He could just feel the groan Terry was making in sheer annoyance. In turn, this would've made Dick grin like the little troll that he was.

"Alfred doesn't know what exactly I might ask?" If not for the fact that the man himself spontaneously appeared out of thin air behind him.

If there truly was a god, please have mercy on his poor, young soul.

With a twirl on his heel, he faced the old man. "Hiiiiiiiii Alfred!" He tried to make himself casual. "What are you doing here?"

'I don't know who was worse, me or you.' He could feel the want to face palm.

'No one asked you, Peanut Gallery.' Dick shot back.

A singular grey eyebrow rose. "I was merely going off to fetch you, young master Dick." The eyebrow went back down. "It has come to my attention that you haven't answered my question."

Inwardly, Dick was the one to groan. "Ah ya know. Just talking to myself, that's all." He tried to wave it away.

Flat stare.

'Why do I get the feeling you're making it worse for yourself?' Terry asked.

He wasn't wrong. At all.

The one and only, the man behind it all, the truly amazing, and magnificent Alfred Pennyworth dryly sniffed his nose.

"I truly hope you're not thinking of one of your 'pranks' to play on me." He finally said.

Horror dawned on Dick. "No! Alfie why would you think that?"

He was given a pointed look.

The last time he pranked Alfred was something that never should be remembered.

"As long as nothing breaks or gets tarnished, I'd rather not hear your true answer." Without so much as a glance at the young acrobat, Alfred walked away. "And perhaps if that is the case, then no desserts for a month or so."

His blue eyes widen at the threat. "Alfie no!" He reached out, running after the butler.

Grand was the dining room as ever. Curtain pulled back on long windows, allowing the morning light to peak in. The chandelier above twinkled softly as this new, gentle light caressed the surroundings. Almost as it were thanking the Manor for letting it in.

But that was much to poetic for the reality of the situation. For as much as the light tried to be inviting, the table held a single, lone plate.

As Dick slowed down to approach his meal (which was indeed pancakes as well as sausages) his eyes searched around the room. Trying to find something that was hidden to him.

"Where's Bruce?" He asked Alfred as he sat down.

"The master has business to attend to."

Dick paused. "Day or…?"

He was giving a Look. It was different from 'you are in trouble young man,' and from 'did you really thought this through?'. This was a 'do you have to ask?' or it was more like 'what do you think?'

It wasn't unkind, the look, but it still made Dick shrink a little.

Gloved hands rest upon his shoulders. "Perhaps, has it occurred to you that master Bruce wanted to give you time alone to think?"

His blue eyes blinked rather owlishly. That was, until it hit him.

Yesterday. Terry.

"Right." Dick turned away from his grandfather figure and focused on his meal.

It was delicious as usual, and yet…

'…Sorry.'

Fork stopped short from mouth. Maple syrup dripped down onto his plate. He went back to eating.

'About what?' He asked.

'Yesterday.'

Dick hummed. He could feel the guilt. It was there. But at the same time it wasn't. It was kind of like Terry was trying to keep his emotions under control.

His mind wandered back to the day before, when Terry was trying to swallow down his fear and anger.

He had an idea on what Terry's fear was. It was understandable. Dick would be afraid too if his little brother was somewhere in an unknown world. With no one to know who to trust or not. And stuck in a body that wasn't his. Terry had no idea if his body or little brother were even…

Nope. Bad thoughts. Dick needs to show Terry the town. Properly.

But first he needs to finish his breakfast or else Alfred will click his tongue at him because he already didn't really eat any of his meals yesterday and he doesn't want to disappoint Alfred. Not today.

'It's okay,' he finally thought back to Terry, 'don't worry about it.'

(A part of him wonders how he can feel Terry's emotions. Almost like secondhand embarrassment, but not quite. They feel like they don't originate from him and yet it's almost as if they could be his. It was confusing and Dick wonders if an empath had to deal with that sort of thing constantly. If so, does that mean Dick was an empath now? Even if it's only Terry's emotions that he's in tune with? Dick might never know.)

The first thing Dick did was actually show where the park was and where Jason wanted to meet the next day.

It was still recuperating after Freeze's attack, but there were a few people here and there. Including him.

'So how old exactly is this Gotham?' Terry asked as Dick walked underneath a tree.

'Old as dirt.' Dick immediately replied.

He could feel how unimpressed Terry was. 'No, that's my Gotham.'

Light laughter bubbled up at the thought. But he supposes that Terry's Gotham was around longer if he truly was from the future.

'Probably a few hundred or so years. I'm not entirely sure. I don't think there was an official date when Gotham became a settlement. I think one day people just began to gather around this area and then bam! You suddenly have Gotham.'

Even if Dick doesn't know, Bruce might. After all, it was Bruce's family that had lived in the city for literal generations. If not Alfred might simply because he's Alfred.

'Okay. How about you show me where all the old 'haunts' are.'

Dick actually stopped to think about Terry's request.

'Well…' he began, 'as long as we don't meet any of the bad guys sure. As much as I would like to take them down, I don't feel like getting in trouble with Bruce when he finds out.'

'Deal.'

'So, do you have an idea where you want to start first?'

'Well how about the ones with the most fun.'

Passing by arcades, the harbor, a long dead carnival, and much more as he wove information to the future bat was… nice. Ice cream stands, hot dog stands, office buildings and everything galore. He showed what he could more so than the day before. And yet they couldn't go too deep. Not yet.

But even barely scratching the surface wasn't enough. It was hard for Dick though. He didn't know what Matt or Terry's body even looked like. Let alone the new batsuit.

And as Terry tried to hide his frustration, Dick tried to lock away his hurt. For Roy. For Jim. For Superboy.

To keep both of their minds off of these things, Dick would do what he's always best at. Humor.

And if dinner was a silent and slightly cold affair that night, no one made a comment on it.

(Dick ran away before Bruce could say anything before he left for patrol. He doesn't think he could deal with the man right then. Or for a while.)