[Dick wasn't afraid of any budget talk. He wasn't entirely sure what that would entail (besides talking about money), but he was absolutely certain that he wasn't afraid of it. Besides, Tim was the nice one.
He lets out a small 'oh!' in explanation when he recognizes the word out of Damian's mouth-- it's clumsy, and accented in a way that showed he was clearly not a native speaker, but hearing word again makes a warmth in his chest downright soar. The only one who had ever called him that was his mother, and it seemed like it had been eternity since the last time he'd ever heard it (and more to it, like with so many other things in his life, he'd never thought he'd hear it again.)
He'd never spoken Romani with an outsider before. Everyone at the circus always used English whenever someone else was near, even if they were a friend. It was exciting, in a way, but it also seemed a little dangerous, but that of course, just made it even more exciting.
He jerks forward for a moment when the chandelier starts swaying, but Dick quickly regains his balance-- and starts laughing exuberantly with the motion after his initial surprise. If he had any idea who Ra's al Ghul was, or had ever seen the man, he would have an absolute field day.] Maybe you could borrow some from the bearded lady--!
[His laughter only dies down gradually when he realizes Alfred has entered the room-- and much to many party's relief, he grabs onto the chandelier's arms and slips himself through it with ease, releasing his grip with a bit of swing and touching much more quietly on the ground after Damian's descent.
The chandelier was still swaying a little, but at least he was down.
Firmly on the ground, he trots over to where Damian's standing, lightly touching Damian's leg (he barely gets past the man's waist with his current height), and hovering just so behind him like a shy child hiding behind someone familiar in public. Even if the expression he gave Alfred was an obnoxiously toothy grin.]
Hi Alfie! [It was official. He was no longer afraid of or wary of Damian Wayne.]
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He lets out a small 'oh!' in explanation when he recognizes the word out of Damian's mouth-- it's clumsy, and accented in a way that showed he was clearly not a native speaker, but hearing word again makes a warmth in his chest downright soar. The only one who had ever called him that was his mother, and it seemed like it had been eternity since the last time he'd ever heard it (and more to it, like with so many other things in his life, he'd never thought he'd hear it again.)
He'd never spoken Romani with an outsider before. Everyone at the circus always used English whenever someone else was near, even if they were a friend. It was exciting, in a way, but it also seemed a little dangerous, but that of course, just made it even more exciting.
He jerks forward for a moment when the chandelier starts swaying, but Dick quickly regains his balance-- and starts laughing exuberantly with the motion after his initial surprise. If he had any idea who Ra's al Ghul was, or had ever seen the man, he would have an absolute field day.] Maybe you could borrow some from the bearded lady--!
[His laughter only dies down gradually when he realizes Alfred has entered the room-- and much to many party's relief, he grabs onto the chandelier's arms and slips himself through it with ease, releasing his grip with a bit of swing and touching much more quietly on the ground after Damian's descent.
The chandelier was still swaying a little, but at least he was down.
Firmly on the ground, he trots over to where Damian's standing, lightly touching Damian's leg (he barely gets past the man's waist with his current height), and hovering just so behind him like a shy child hiding behind someone familiar in public. Even if the expression he gave Alfred was an obnoxiously toothy grin.]
Hi Alfie! [It was official. He was no longer afraid of or wary of Damian Wayne.]