Dick sat in Batburger, sipping on a coke and writing down on casefiles, his hand moving fast as he gripped the pen tightly. Of course he could do it digitally, probably make it easier on Babs if he did so, but where was the fun in that? His attention was dragged away from the newest file on Scarecrow, of course disguised as a normal case file as he was in his detective uniform; and he let his eyes trace as a figure that he didn't recognize walked into the fast food restaurant. They sat in the booth adjacent to his, and he let himself lean back and study them. "Are you new in Gotham? You seem a bit lost." Dick offered his signature charming smile, closing the manilla file in front of him just incase there were other wandering eyes.