[ The brightness in his eyes dims at the mention of Alfred, but the smile stays fixed in place. Alfred is still sorely missed, and Tim would’ve preferred having a warning before it came up.

(But Dick might not know. Tim’s pretty sure Damian doesn’t.)

So he keeps smiling and minds his verb tenses. ]

Alfred’s usually trying to get me to do more normal things.

[ Everything’s fine. We specialize in fine at Corrine’s Cafe. Fine coffee, fine wine, and fine Robins. ]

You can both go by Dick in conversations like this, but what I need is a nickname that I can call one of you in a conversation with other people. And no, I’m not calling either of you Blank-Eyed Dick. Just no. Be careful who you suggest that to. Jason’ll do it.