Which Dick probably would have gotten, if his mind wasn't working in sixteen directions at the same time, on lower power because, explosion.
He eyed the redhead over the hood of the car, then nodded, slightly. "Okay. That's good." Because, really, what else could he say?
There was no body in the trunk. There weren't weapons there, either, well, other than a couple of smooth black sticks. Unmarked. There was an extra suit, though, some random makeup, and an empty backpack which didn't exactly fit with the suits - the one here or the one he'd worn yesterday, but it looked comfortable, the straps a little worn.
And a thermos of yesterday's coffee.
"... is it bad that even this smells good to me?" Dick asked when he got to open and sniff that last one.
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Date: 2013-05-24 09:52 pm (UTC)He eyed the redhead over the hood of the car, then nodded, slightly. "Okay. That's good." Because, really, what else could he say?
There was no body in the trunk. There weren't weapons there, either, well, other than a couple of smooth black sticks. Unmarked. There was an extra suit, though, some random makeup, and an empty backpack which didn't exactly fit with the suits - the one here or the one he'd worn yesterday, but it looked comfortable, the straps a little worn.
And a thermos of yesterday's coffee.
"... is it bad that even this smells good to me?" Dick asked when he got to open and sniff that last one.