"Something like it, yeah. Usually more grueling training. A lot of disappointed glares." Dick joked, but at the time of course it felt like the worst type of punishment there could be. Letting down Bruce was an ugly feeling for a teenager. He still didn't want to do it, but at least now it seemed on equal footing, the disappointment - or lack of it - could go both ways. "Alfred is the hardest when it comes to that. He gives the harshest withering stares." Dick learned from the best, so his glare was mighty.
"No one's more of a smart ass than you," Dick argued. She did have plenty of attitude, but no one could give him a headache like his best friends. It was a weird sort of affection, for them, but it worked. "At least if she gets shot at, it won't be because she's scrambling around for the hat." Dick was glad to have a newer suit that was dark and not like a giant red target. It made his job easier.
He shot his friend an amused look. "Someone's been lazy lately." It was all in good fun. Dick wouldn't take him out there if he didn't know Roy could pull through. But not everyone trained as constantly as the Bats, plus Dick was a cop too. Getting out of shape wasn't an option for him. "We wait. I haven't heard anything in particular happening tonight. Maybe even the criminals want to stay out of the cold." For him, there was thermal heating in the suit, and the exercise helped. It was going to get even colder by Christmas time.