[They share that same fondness, that same smile when thinking about Alfred. Dick grew up with the man, and he was the closest Dick had to a true friend and companion half the time. He schooled him, taught him how to cut berries to put on his waffles and sewed up his wounds after battle. He'd long ago given up on getting his mentor to put an end to his night job. It was there to stay, and even with Dick's youth, there was only a few months of disdain before Alfred gave in to what he knew as the inevitable.

Turning his own soft eyes to Bruce, Dick tips his head.] He gives in, eventually, you know... but he'll never give up on trying to get us to take care of ourselves. He still calls me and reminds me to do so, especially lately since he knows I've been alone. The man is a wonder. You did good with him. You do good in general, Bruce. You really do.

[There, it's out there. The fondness of tone or facial expression doesn't change and while Dick knows that there's differences between one and two; it doesn't matter to him. The heart of a bat is always tortured and haunted, but good comes from it. Gotham is a better city with them, than without. The code is worth something, and Dick can feel the knot in his stomach spread into warmth. ]