"You've got a point, but maybe I'll get an alternate version made if we're stuck here for too long."
It was, relatively speaking, a large investment to get the card compared to anything else they have on offer here, and if not for this very game Dick likely would have taken longer to get to that total. As it was he did get more than a little caught up here after his initial rounds through the place to get his bearings, and considering how fast he can clear these courses compared to the average player that they were built for... it does feel a little bit like cheating, but really he's just sticking to his strengths. There are plenty of games around here where his skills aren't particularly helpful, and that would have been an exhausting grind if he only stuck to those.
He's only half-kidding about the mascot suit though. Who knows, it might be handy to have around, not just a funny souvenir to bring back from this place.
They really do need those light-hearted distractions now and then, because even if the situation he's landed in here is far from the most torturous that he's ever faced the fact that the stakes are so high is permanently fixed, looming over his thoughts, and they are far from both Gotham and Bludhaven, and he's learning all about just how difficult things can get at times with the missions. Which he expected, and he's taking it in stride as much as anyone could be expected to, it's just going to take a while for it to completely sink in, he suspects.
He does realize how lucky he is in comparison to others who might not have anyone from home to help them get caught up here, let alone like the people he has. Like Barbara. Maybe he really is being handed the easy way here— for now. He's not naive enough to expect that to last forever.
By the time they make it to the one hotel that the Saucer has to offer he truly is somewhat exhausted, mentally and physically, his body is also reminding him that he hasn't rested since that last fight either. And after a nice hot shower the bed is looking particularly nice...
But they've only got the one, and, probably amusingly late, he's realizing that it might be awkward. He hasn't been dwelling on the difficult and potentially impossible to answer questions about the differences between him and other Dick Graysons that have passed through here, or between him and Barbara, but. Is this weird? For her? Them? He's gotten used to not sleeping alone, among other things, and that's been so good, but that was at home. Now he's not sure, when there's a fine point put on the issue.
Even if he doesn't say anything he knows that Barbara will read his expression like an open book once she emerges from the bathroom.
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It was, relatively speaking, a large investment to get the card compared to anything else they have on offer here, and if not for this very game Dick likely would have taken longer to get to that total. As it was he did get more than a little caught up here after his initial rounds through the place to get his bearings, and considering how fast he can clear these courses compared to the average player that they were built for... it does feel a little bit like cheating, but really he's just sticking to his strengths. There are plenty of games around here where his skills aren't particularly helpful, and that would have been an exhausting grind if he only stuck to those.
He's only half-kidding about the mascot suit though. Who knows, it might be handy to have around, not just a funny souvenir to bring back from this place.
They really do need those light-hearted distractions now and then, because even if the situation he's landed in here is far from the most torturous that he's ever faced the fact that the stakes are so high is permanently fixed, looming over his thoughts, and they are far from both Gotham and Bludhaven, and he's learning all about just how difficult things can get at times with the missions. Which he expected, and he's taking it in stride as much as anyone could be expected to, it's just going to take a while for it to completely sink in, he suspects.
He does realize how lucky he is in comparison to others who might not have anyone from home to help them get caught up here, let alone like the people he has. Like Barbara. Maybe he really is being handed the easy way here— for now. He's not naive enough to expect that to last forever.
By the time they make it to the one hotel that the Saucer has to offer he truly is somewhat exhausted, mentally and physically, his body is also reminding him that he hasn't rested since that last fight either. And after a nice hot shower the bed is looking particularly nice...
But they've only got the one, and, probably amusingly late, he's realizing that it might be awkward. He hasn't been dwelling on the difficult and potentially impossible to answer questions about the differences between him and other Dick Graysons that have passed through here, or between him and Barbara, but. Is this weird? For her? Them? He's gotten used to not sleeping alone, among other things, and that's been so good, but that was at home. Now he's not sure, when there's a fine point put on the issue.
Even if he doesn't say anything he knows that Barbara will read his expression like an open book once she emerges from the bathroom.
"This isn't going to be too... cozy, is it?"