When you came over to his apartment with clammy hands and a guilty expression on your face, of course he'd welcome you in and try to make the place as comfortable as he could.

Dick sits across from you, taking a sip from his mug, watching as your foot rapidly tapped against the floorboards. He debates whether or not to tell you to stop (Lord knows he doesnt want his neighbors complaining again), but you speak before he does.

"About the whole — uh — alley thing—" Ah, the "alley thing", the one where he saw you holding someone at knife point. He didnt know whether or not to stop you then, too stunned by what he was seeing.

It was between his best friend carrying a crazed look on their face or the fact that the "person" at the end of their knife appeared to be a hybrid of a bird and a human.

Dick had his suspicions and had done his research, so he quickly raises a hand and gets to the point. "You were fighting a harpy?" And though he poses it as a question, the sharp look in his eyes say otherwise. You nod your head and gulp, feeling a bead of sweat slip down your temple in panic. Your heart races in your chest and you stop yourself from reaching for the mug offered to you, not wanting it to slip out of your hands.

"I didnt know how to tell you," And you werent exactly planning on telling it to him either. The line between the world of gods and mortals had slowly been thinning over the years, the mist slowly giving away and revealing the worlds hidden sorcery. Yet you'd never expected to be at its end of the stick.

"Then start talking," he calmly replies, leaning back on his seat and patiently waiting for your reply.