He's fine being alone... or at least he tells himself that. Not having Alfred here has been... hard, if he's honest, but he doesn't really let himself think about that.

But his place is still in the process of being fixed up and while there's a few beds in some of the rooms, he still doesn't really have the place fully stocked in the sense of really being able to live here. Plus, better fitted clothes would be nice and... maybe something to eat that isn't whatever he has stashed away here. Which, given the lack of much for a kitchen right now, isn't really much. Bruce forgets to eat sometimes, what else is new.

Turning some to look to Dick, he sighs.

"What, are you going to adopt me?" He knows the irony in that statement.