When Xander first came in, Dick just nodded a typical greeting. If he wanted to talk he would, and Dick would respect that. Not to mention it was damn early and he hadn't exactly slept yet. He was just in from late night patrol, it'd gone decently well. He'd made a police connection as Nightwing-though he wasn't certain he could fully count on the cooperation of local law enforcement yet, he had at least made an effort. The officer seemed mostly trustworthy. So he left it at a meet and greet and was then on his way.
Three chop shops down, two drug deals gone sour, and one bank robber. It was almost like Christmas for him. And he didn't once have to think about Babs, or that wacky truth spell going around, he just focused on fighting crime. It wasn't for everyone, but it worked for him. Dick was running on too much adrenaline to be tired as Xander looked, it was often hard to sleep after working on cases. Maybe after the food it would kick in, but for the time being, Dick was fine even without any sleep after all that physical activity.
"Long night, it'll hit the spot." Looking over at the helmet Xander put down he glanced back at him after taking a bite of the pizza and chasing it down with a soda. "Early morning?"