Room 213, Early Friday evening
Dick stared at his phone. If he was getting a call from Alfred this soon after being home for Thanksgiving, something had to be going on.
"Is everything okay, Alfred?" Dick asked immediately.
"Not quite, Master Dick. Normally I wouldn't have bothered you since I have the utmost faith in Master Bruce," Alfred responded. "But..."
"What happened?" Dick asked.
"He was investigating a factory owned by Roland Dagget last night and I haven't heard from him since," Alfred said. "While Master Bruce is likely okay, I believe it would be worthwhile to have someone around to lend him a hand if he needs it."
"Of course, Alfred. Can you send the plane?" Dick asked.
"It will be in the usual place on the mainland in ninety minutes," Alfred said.
"I'll see you in a bit," Dick said before hanging up. Well, he hadn't anticipated being back in Gotham this soon, but there were sometimes when the Caped Crusader really needed the Boy Wonder around. This was one of those times.
[OOC: That Dick got a phone call is okay for broadcast. The contents are NFB, please.]
"Is everything okay, Alfred?" Dick asked immediately.
"Not quite, Master Dick. Normally I wouldn't have bothered you since I have the utmost faith in Master Bruce," Alfred responded. "But..."
"What happened?" Dick asked.
"He was investigating a factory owned by Roland Dagget last night and I haven't heard from him since," Alfred said. "While Master Bruce is likely okay, I believe it would be worthwhile to have someone around to lend him a hand if he needs it."
"Of course, Alfred. Can you send the plane?" Dick asked.
"It will be in the usual place on the mainland in ninety minutes," Alfred said.
"I'll see you in a bit," Dick said before hanging up. Well, he hadn't anticipated being back in Gotham this soon, but there were sometimes when the Caped Crusader really needed the Boy Wonder around. This was one of those times.
[OOC: That Dick got a phone call is okay for broadcast. The contents are NFB, please.]