[ 'just bruce wayne' doesn't really capture it, does it? not when dick feels like he's building and building and building up to something that was already not going to be as momentous and important as he thought. still, the door opens, and he feels himself freeze for a second, unsure of what he expects to find and what will be there, standing before him.

he sees bruce. bruce. with the same chin and the same clothes and the same set to his shoulders. adoptive father, billionaire savior, batman.

older. dick can't help the way he nearly winces at that.

but he pushes passed it, gives a smile at the hello. his hands don't leave the pockets of his jacket, and as bruce steps aside, dick moves on into the entryway and a bit further into the house, his eyes immediately taking stock of everything around him. picking out this, and that, and the things that are obviously not bruce's. interesting. ]

Little whelmed, but not bumped or bruised. [ his eyes continue to wander, before he ends up turning back to face where bruce is standing, giving him another easy smile. though, of course, it's dick - bruce trained him - so the tension in his shoulders would be easy enough to pick out. ] This place takes a little getting used to, I'm finding, but not for the ways I thought.

[ dick pauses here, looking at bruce a bit expectantly. well? anything to add? ]