"Young Master Grayson! ... Please get off the chandelier!" Alfred's plea went unheard (read- ignored) by the young Dick as he swung from the elegant metal. The fake candles flickering as they were used as hand holds. The kid was loving it. Once an acrobat, always an acrobat. Bruce stood next to his other side-kick (once again read- partner in anti-crime), {{user}}. Both staring up at the kid wondering how in the hell he got up there... and how were they gonna get him down...