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[Maybe Dick's not the best at navigating sounds and grunts as he was in the past, but he's got alcohol on his side this time. It makes him more fruitful at the mouth for the pair of them than if he'd been straight sober like he was the last time they'd met at the manor.

Moving back to his place on the couch, Dick happily lets Bruce wander as he wishes. The little knick-knack that Bruce lifts happens to be something he picked up in New York right before it was almost taken over by the demon-lord Trigon. He snorts. ] That. That's a token from the big city .. not Gotham, but you know, Metropolis. It's a statue to the god Trigon from his now long gone followers. Thankfully. There will be no galaxy or earth demolition scheduled by him anytime soon. He and his son are long gone, and his daughter is happily attending a human high school.

[There's a pause as he takes another sip, and thinks of Rachel/Raven. She goes by the latter name now, but she's still Rachel in his mind, the girl who had no idea how to control her powers. How far she'd come. How far they'd all come. He was very close to a proud father in the way he spoke. It was quite eerie if ever Dick allowed himself to much think on it.]

...but yeah, yes, I mean, who else did you expect to be here. Think I was hiding a gremlin under the couch?