"I dunno," Dick said, watching with a quirked grin as Duo slipped on what look vaguely like an iPod. "It might be funny to make him try and carry both of us." Kisame was obviously strong enough to, but it'd be awkward as hell. Hence, funny.
He hesitated, then with a mental shrug took Kisame's hand and slid down, his grip tightening briefly--hopefully not noticeably to anyone but Kisame, and Dick played it off as casually as he could--when his feet touched down and his balance felt off.
Then Duo made his hand-holding crack, and Dick yanked his back, skin warm. "Very funny, punk. You're just bitter because I have clothes and you look like Tom Hanks in 'Castaway.'" He eyed Duo--the giant T-shirt over the ratty pants, more holes than cloth, his flyaway hair and smudged face from the dusty basement--and smirked. "Only short."