[ Dick watches him carefully. Every movement, every word carefully combed through for information. He's at a disadvantage. But it's not the first time. He's already cased the place-- he knows the entrances and exits, who might be carrying weapons, the people he wants to avoid. And he has, of course, heard the rumors about the red hood whispered in the back alleys. But he takes them with a grain of salt, just like he shelves the thought that this might be him. Not enough evidence. Not worth focusing on now.
Dick puts his hands in his pockets and shifts his weight slightly. As casual as he's acting, there's a tension in his features that says that he's ready to bail if it gets to be too much. ]
Really? You're the first guy to talk to me. So far, you're the only one with manners.
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Dick puts his hands in his pockets and shifts his weight slightly. As casual as he's acting, there's a tension in his features that says that he's ready to bail if it gets to be too much. ]
Really? You're the first guy to talk to me. So far, you're the only one with manners.