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[There's a snort of quiet laughter through the earpiece. Dick is shaking his head as he looks over at Batman. He's used to going out with his mentor of course, and while they didn't speak often -- now and again Dick would be a pain in the ass and go out of his way to show his mentor up, or say something that would be very smart but stupid over the coms. The more Dick became Nightwing, the more playful he became. He was fully his own person when out with stupid criminals. It wasn't dark and threatening, it was far more his version of it. Yet--

This time Dick needed to remain cognizant that Bruce wasn't used to his antics. He wasn't used to having anyone around to train, be with or to have by his side. Dick's remarks could be seen as awkward shoves in the opposite direction. It was merely Nightwing being his quirky self. There was two sides to this man he knew, and Dick knew that, he really needed to remember it better until they got more used to working jobs together. ]

You know I wouldn't rather. I want you here. I'm a bunch of noise occasionally. It comes from working with a team, I think. Please, come with. The fun's about to start. Out the back door, on the bikes and follow them to the gold mines. Let's go.

[Without another word, Dick jumps from the back of the building, a hook on his belt keeping him from falling too fast. He lands with a flip and then moves over to where he stashed his bike. He's sure that Bat has his own transportation, and once the idiots are out and moving ahead-- he tosses a tail on them that he can follow on his dash without having to worry about staying too close. He thought to start singing, but then figured Bruce might not appreciate it, so he stops before he starts, even though he's got a really great voice.]