Dick yawned, squinting against the bright light and struggling against the heavy sheets. He fell out of bed with a thud, and suddenly his eyes shot open. He was back in his room.
Wasn't he in the study playing the piano with Danny? Was it just a dream? It seemed so real.
He trot lightly over to his window, pushing it open and peering over the edge. The telescope wasn't there... but maybe Danny put it away. What if Danny told Alfred he was in the study?
With this concerning thought, he trudged down for breakfast. Bruce didn't mention the study, and Alfred was as warm as usual, so Danny couldn't have told them.
Maybe it was just a dream. Surely if there was a teen living in the mansion he'd know, right?