"Still don't like it," Dick said, with a hint of the stubbornness Bruce had to contend with from time to time. "Gotham doesn't have a lot of criminals that tote harmless weapons you know. There are just other ways to do things at times."
Dick grinned. "Do you guys come with an Alfred?"
Of course, they didn't, so he made a playful grimace and a small hissing sound. "Sorry, I'm really fond of having an Alfred. And his coffee doesn't try to kill me."
"Thank you, Master Dick."
"Anytime." He held his cup out, looking plaintive. "Now please, sir. May I have suh'more?"
As Alfred filled his cup again Dick looked to Maria, smile back. "Still, nothing says I can't coordinate with you guys some. You're good people, Maria, even if you can kill people with you thumb."