Dick set his phone down in the center console when he saw Bruce approaching, if he moved fast enough it would save him another twenty bucks. He was glad to see Bruce, it had been a while - and longer than he could remember that they actually had time alone to unwind.
Everything about the man seemed different. Even the weird situation with the Batsignal and the subsequent hospital visits he seemed a bit lighter on his feet. A lot lighter on his feet. He didn't get into the car and start immediately making a series of grunts and growls meant to be indicative of some semblance of human speech. He was even almost smiling. Almost. It made Dick smile widely, "Not as long as I thought it had been, but inflation is a bitch with these parking attendants."
As Bruce got into the car Dick started it up with a loud and obviously modified rumble. To someone with a certain level of appreciation for fine machinery the Nightwingmobile (which is absolutely not what he called it when no one was looking) looked and sounded perfect.