Red Robin was starting to get a headache.
With his intelligence, of course he could figure it out. At the point when Batman had just graduated from college, most of the Bat-family were probably still children, scattered throughout Gotham or even farther away.
Forget the Teen Titans—whether this Batman even had his first Robin yet was hard to say.
Just then, the manor's front door was pushed open again. Dick walked in carrying his dance clothes, and in an instant, every member of the Bat-family turned to look at him.
Dick froze under their stares. He spent a few seconds wondering whether this group of strangely dressed people appearing in Wayne Manor held some deeper meaning he could not understand, but all that thinking eventually turned into a yawn.
It was nearly nine already. He had just danced himself exhausted, he was tired and sleepy, and he still had not done his French homework. So he decided to go upstairs and sleep, then get up early tomorrow morning to finish it.
After finishing his yawn, Dick squinted and waved toward Bruce. "Hello, hello to you too. Good night."
As he spoke, he headed upstairs. Bruce turned to him and asked, "Did you finish your French homework?"
"No. I'm going to make it up tomorrow morning."
"Then you'd better get up early. Thomas will be back at seven tomorrow morning to pick something up. If he finds out you didn't finish it, we'll both be in trouble."
"Don't worry. My body clock will save you."
With that, Dick disappeared at the top of the stairs. Bruce turned back to the group and said, "I don't care what rules Wayne Manor follows in your universe, but here, everyone has to be asleep by nine."
Barbara's eyes widened. She stepped forward and said,