"I wouldn't wanna kick you out if you've been staying here," Dick insisted, catching the clothes and irrationally relieved that they weren't black. They looked like they might be a little big for him, but Dick couldn't honestly say he cared all that much. "And . . . I wouldn't mind the company, if you don't," he added. Company that wasn't a group of boy that may have been his age and friendly enough, generally speaking, but were distrusting and aspiring assassins.