Ever since his return from Africa, things had kept very busy. It wasn't something he minded, in fact it couldn't have been more welcome, but it was hard to believe. First he'd seen Conner, and he'd committed to yet another, longer trip -- he was still processing that, too. Then.. he'd gotten himself torn to shreds with Dick due to their rift. Finally, due to that event of being ripped to shreds, he... got to see Steph. He got to get his seco-- well, another chance.
For someone who had been terribly out of the loop, he felt suddenly in dead center again. He didn't mind, and he was starting to think he might prefer it.
Now here he was getting the chance to see and "reconnect" with another part of little family. It was the first time donning the cowl again since he'd gotten himself ripped up. His side was still a pain, but it wasn't at risk of ripping open again anymore. So he figured it was time to get back out and get work done.
It just so happened he'd get some kind of time for personal reasons as well.
He stood at the edge of the rooftop he had chosen to occupy, eyes scanning the streets below, waiting. Tonight he would patrol with Cass and see what trouble they could get into, or prevent.