Night had fallen, and Wayne Manor exuded an air of tranquility. Dick, wearing pajamas and a nightcap, hugged a blanket as he headed toward his bedroom.
He had just finished the homework his teacher had assigned. He had fallen asleep while doing it, and Alfred had draped a blanket over him, which had embarrassed him a little.
Bruce cared rather deeply about Dick's grades. He did not have to come in first, but he at least needed decent results. Failing was absolutely unacceptable.
Dick did not particularly like studying. He had followed Bruce because he wanted to learn combat and investigative skills, but Bruce insisted that he was still underage and had to attend school, so Dick could only go to school obediently.
Still, Dick really was smart. He did not study particularly hard, yet he could still rank among the top three. However, he truly disliked rote memorization. Instead, he stood out in all kinds of school activities.
Because he had previously practiced acrobatics, his coordination was excellent, giving him a considerable advantage in athletics as well. He had even joined the middle school high jump team. He could be called a model of well-rounded development.
When he returned to his room, Dick found Aisha waiting for him with a storybook in her arms. Dick walked over, took the book, and flipped through it. "Where were we? Let me see... Oh, we've already finished this book."
Aisha stared at him with wide eyes. Dick sighed and explained, "There's nothing we can do. We can't go to the library and get more books."
"We need a key to open the library door, and Alfred has the key. Alfred should already be asleep, so we can't disturb him again. That would be rude."
Aisha made a hurt expression, sprang up, snatched