Dick looped an arm up around Kisame's neck, instinctively tucking his lower legs closer to the man's body. Cradle-held, they stuck out far enough to hit things if Kisame wasn't careful. If Dick stopped to think about it, he believed the other man was careful, but he still tucked his legs protectively closer.
He relaxed into the arms behind his back and under his knees, keeping half an eye on where they were going. Between the Flash and Superman and various other heroes, this position was becoming almost comfortable for him. The little valley crept slowly by at a pace he wasn't used to, each step a lulling rock.
It helped in the not-thinking. Eventually, though, he looked up and around, catching the curl of smoke above the clone, the hole in the cave wall, the back of it imprinted with the shape of a giant man. Then he turned to look at the cliff face.
"You don't need speed to get up that?" he asked idly.