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[Lifting a brow behind the mask, Dick wonders how Bruce got any of that from how he phrased it. He's not sure it went anything near that, but he shrugs. He knows for a damn fact that he didn't need Batman for anything. It was more that he might have wanted company, and Bat asked if he was wanted instead of a stuffy party. Dick agreed in order to get him out of the party.

Placing all the blame solely on Dick shoulders. Well, he wouldn't say anything because Bruce knew that he was already concocting a story in his head that would most likely leave him as a hero that saved Gotham from some giant evil creeps just waiting to destroy the world single-handedly with a meth lab. ]

Right, couldn't do it without you. You had to leave that party while I waited to wait with me another five minutes to follow three idiots to their shop so I can prove what it is while Bab's is on standby.

[Okay, maybe he'd rub it in a little bit. He'd get a look for sure, but it was fine. He didn't mind it. They had a few minutes left to ruffle feathers. Besides, what was a former Robin for if not to ruffle Batman's feathers and try to steal his thunder. ]