Dick stopped leaning, innately aware he'd seem like he was looming, and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants at the small of his back.
"Grilled cheese, huh?" he laughed. He didn't look at the gun. He didn't like guns, but he sure as hell couldn't fault the kid for wanting one. "I wouldn't have figured that one out."
The talking cat he ignored. That was his new technique. Or maybe an old technique, brought out and dusted off. Repress! Repress like never before!
Dick stepped back and tipped his head toward the edge of the building. "I think Kisame's in the other basement. Pretty sure I heard cussing, anyway. Lemme just get directions from him, and we'll head out."
That said, he turned and strode for the corner, a bounce in his step. Home! Giant robots! Power source! Hurray!