The following Friday morning  Bruce Wayne stood in front of the
nondescript door attempting to gather his thoughts. Normally,
that was not a difficult task, but this was not a normal
situation. He knocked. Inside he could hear some music being
turned off, and then the door opened to reveal a somewhat-
startled Dick Grayson wearing cutoffs and a Bludhaven PD
t-shirt.  "Bruce! Uh, hi!"  "Hello, Dick. I...come bearing
gifts." He held up a small sack. "Alfred's chocolate chip
cookies."  Dick gave him a high-wattage smile. "You certainly
know how to make a guy glad to see you! Come on in!" He motioned
for Bruce to set the sack down on the table. "Have a seat, and
I'll get us some milk to go along with 'em." Dick brought the
milk and some glasses to the table and sat down across from
Bruce.  The next few minutes were filled with unpacking the
cookies, pouring the milk, and just enjoying Alfred's gift.
Bruce glanced around the apartment. While it certainly wouldn't
win any "Good Housekeeping" awards, it was definitel