( having not entirely expected that, he can't help but drop his gaze to the table. it's in that moment he starts wondering what he's doing here. the tracker, the batarang, the bringing dick back to this temporary spot β the impromptu sparring that led to him actually laughing a bit with playing around despite also seeing what dick was capable of. he's not dick's bruce wayne... not his batman... he shouldn't get attached.
teeth worrying his lower lip, he looks up then, grabbing his cowl as he moves away from the table. )
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teeth worrying his lower lip, he looks up then, grabbing his cowl as he moves away from the table. )
Don't forget your stuff.
( the batarang and tracker, he means. )