Dick blinked blearily from under the blanket flopped over his head, trying to squirm out of it enough to look at the alarm clock and see what time it was. "No, just..." He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wake up. Then he was sure he misheard. "Did I know what?" A shake of his head. "Bruce doesn't write. When would he have found time?" Well, maybe on stake outs. And he did keep meticulous notes on his cases.