[ He knows someone's been following him, someone who's very good. He assumed it was Morningstar keeping tabs on him.
Dick turns at the sound of an almost-familiar voice speaking in an almost-familiar cadence to find an almost-familiar face.
For the first time, his confident grin slips. But it's not replaced with hostility, but instead with confusion.
He looks like Bruce, if you take away 10 or 15 years. Dick knows him like the back of his hand-- the sharpness of his cheekbones, the shape of his eyes, the quiet expectancy on his face now.
It feels almost like a test. Dick finds himself floundering. ]
Uh, yeah, coming right up.
[ He uses the short amount of time it takes to grab a ginger ale to take a deep breath.
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Dick turns at the sound of an almost-familiar voice speaking in an almost-familiar cadence to find an almost-familiar face.
For the first time, his confident grin slips. But it's not replaced with hostility, but instead with confusion.
He looks like Bruce, if you take away 10 or 15 years. Dick knows him like the back of his hand-- the sharpness of his cheekbones, the shape of his eyes, the quiet expectancy on his face now.
It feels almost like a test. Dick finds himself floundering. ]
Uh, yeah, coming right up.
[ He uses the short amount of time it takes to grab a ginger ale to take a deep breath.
What the fuck ]