[Quicklog - Dick and Misha - Batmansion]
[Misha, he still hadn't met any of Damian's kin. He'd seen Jason brief during the incident with the ninjas, but this place was real quiet, and there weren't no folks wandering the halls regular. Misha's only experience with a house like this, it was from real young. His foster folks, they had more than just him, see, and Misha remembered Sunday mornings with a whole slew of messy boys 'round a table, all of them trying to grab the thickest slice of bacon. But this place, it wasn't like that any. It was mausoleum quiet, and Misha wasn't expecting on finding anyone in the kitchen when he padded on down there.
He was dressed real casual, in jeans and a t-shirt that was snug and made for a girl. He looked up from the entryway, and he didn't have a name to match up with the man holding onto the bowls.] Since you got two of those, mind sharing one with me? [Misha talked Kentucky slow, and his accent was thick as honey pulled from the fridge.]