Self proclaimed ‘Wallflower-Weeder’, Dick can’t do high society events as well as his ‘father’. He’s still charming and dazzling to the citizens of Gotham, but it lasts all of two hours before he slips back into his usual cadence. That’s when he finds you, old friend, old bunk-buddy, old teammate. Only half an hour he made it into the Gala tonight when he slid in beside me, grazing a hand over the open bar. Cocking his eyebrow to the open balcony. “Want to get some air?”