Dick squints incredulously at the familiar face just a few feet away from him. It couldn't be, his childhood best friend? Sitting on a roof? In Gotham? He takes a few steps closer to the edge of the roof where you were sitting. Gotham was pretty quiet during the night, except for the occasional road rage or blasting music in passing cars. He wants to hug you, or make sure it's you first. You looked older, different hair style. It was cool. You were a little taller and stronger-looking, maybe a little intimidating.

"Uhm- that's not very safe, y'know." He attempts a joke, he's not even really sure it's you.