[Dick had, at least, shaved, and he was looking more and more human than the last time he'd met anyone (read: Steve and Eddie) for a drink. He'd gotten a bit of rest. He'd gotten a good shower. He was looking human again. Worry that had been on his shoulders for the better part of two years was still weighing heavily, but he had his head screwed on straight. At least.
Dick had come from work. He didn't know if he was still supposed to be reporting to work at Wayne Enterprises, but he was. Which mean that, as per any time he was in public, he had a cane resting next to him, and certainly was NOT healing more quickly than anyone ought to. It was a necessary accessory and according to the ladies at work, it made him seem vulnerable. Which explained the women. But Dick had been behaving. He had so been behaving.
Dick noticed thinness, and he noticed red lipstick, it was his job to notice, but she looked alright. She looked alive. Different than he'd last seen her but it had been longer than he cared to let it go again.]
Sit down, Ms. Kyle, I'll buy you two. [He had already started, a gin and tonic in front of him with a sad little lime hanging on the rim of the glass, but it was strong. Not the expensive drinks Steve had shared with him, but it would do just fine] Though I will say if you're ever handing out expensive bottles of booze again, I'd appreciate being on the list.