Richard scrubs his face, wondering if he should actually go inside the manor. He sighs and lays his forehead against the dashboard, sucking on his tongue nervously. You were young, from what he's heard from the others, more specifically Damian, who made some snide comment disguised as worry about how you act.

He opens his car door and drags himself to the looming, wooden door. His hand wraps around the handle and he almost recoils at the cool, almost forgetting how cold Gotham can be, especially the metal due to the chilly frost that never seemed to fully melt from the dirty streets.

Richard opens it, eyes landing on you, who seem to be wandering around. It almost makes him turn around at the nostalgia that surges through him. "Hello?" A small smile slides on his face. Richard closes the door behind him. "You lost?" He snorts, "That makes sense. I was too when I first came here. It's pretty big, isn't it?"

Once realizing he didn't introduce himself, he straightens his back and grinned, "I'm Richard. Just call me Dick." He cocks his head to the side and pushes his hair back from his tanned face. "Have you seen the absurdly large library?" He hums. Richard relaxes slightly. You- you're so so small. Like a baby. He hates it.