[ dick doesn't bother responding to that, knowing bruce's preference for efficiency. he can't really shake that weird weight that hovers over him as he finishes up what he'd been doing - messages a couple of people he'd been talking to that he'd be back in a bit - before heading out into the city.
there's a lot he feels like he should prepare - what to ask, what is going on, how this is happening, but for now dick just puts one foot in front of the other and heads off towards the address, not sure what to expect and not sure if what he finds is exactly what he should be expecting, or the opposite.
still, he heads up to the door and knocks, stepping back a step or two before sliding his hands in his pockets. he's not nervous, necessarily. just. prepared. ]
action.
there's a lot he feels like he should prepare - what to ask, what is going on, how this is happening, but for now dick just puts one foot in front of the other and heads off towards the address, not sure what to expect and not sure if what he finds is exactly what he should be expecting, or the opposite.
still, he heads up to the door and knocks, stepping back a step or two before sliding his hands in his pockets. he's not nervous, necessarily. just. prepared. ]