Bruce sat up in his study, relaxing, after a long day of sending and answering emails. It'd been two whole years since Superman's defeat and Dick's return.

During this time Bruce had been using the money, left to him by Lex, to rebuild both Gotham and Metropolis.

He did not need to look at a clock to know it was nearly sunset, however tonight Bruce was not putting on his cape and mask. No, tonight it was Dick's turn to patrol. To make sure no one was disturbing the peace.

Normally he'd been outraged about taking the night off, but after 5 years of fighting and never sleeping properly Bruce was more than happy to rest.

It was six in the morning when Dick finally got back to the manor. It had been a very quiet night. Like every other night had been after he'd gotten back. He hadn't bothered going back to Blüdhaven. He hadn't seen the point and he had a feeling that Bruce might want him to hang around. Even if it was for a little bit.

He was halfway up the staircase when the doorbell went.

"Dick, would you mind getting that for me?" yelled Bruce.

"Yeah, 'course I will!" He replied.

'Figures he'd be up already. Does that man ever rest?' Dick thought. He began to head back down the stairs. He'd been so close to bed, yet so far!

As he walked down the hallway he passed one of the pictures of him, Barbara, Jason and Tim. Bruce had removed all the pictures that had Damian in them. Dick knew why and didn't blame him. He'd have done the same.

He stopped for a moment and looked at it. He was aware that Barbara had left for Star City to assist the new Red Arrow. He smiled at that thought. It was good that Barb was able to do the one thing she loved so much again.

When it came to Tim and Jason. Well, not even Bruce knew where they were. They had heard things from time to time but nothing solid, yet anyway. Wherever they were he hoped they were doing well.

When he opened the front door no one was there. At first Dick believed that someone was either playing a prank or he'd taken too long so they'd left. He was about to close the door when he spotted it. A large brown box sat right in front of him. After closer examination he found a note on it that said: Only Bruce Wayne may open this box. He shrugged and picked it up.

He grunted with effort. The box seemed to be a lot heavier now that he was carrying it up the stairs. Once he reached the first floor's landing Dick set the box down and took a moment to catch his breath.

'Only a couple more flights. Hopefully' he thought. The layout of Wayne Manor had changed to what he was used to. Bruce had, had to rebuild it after Clark had destroyed the place.

It felt like it had taken forever but he finally reached Bruce's study.

"Who was it and what did they want?" Bruce asked the second Dick entered the room.

"It was more of a something than a someone." he replied as he set the box on one of the spare chairs. Bruce looked up from his computer and over to the box.

"Who sent it?"

"No idea. The only thing written on it is that only you are allowed to open it."

"Alright, I'll take a look later."

"Yeah, sure. 'Thank you Dick for bringing that super heavy box up three flights of stairs.' No problem Bruce! Happy to help." Muttered Dick as he left the room.

Bruce shook his head at Dick's comment. He knew that Dick knew he could hear him. No matter how quietly he muttered it. He looked back over at the box, then to his work. He'd open it later.