There was a balance going on here, whether they realized it or not. Richie was on the look out for whatever it was they were here for, and Dick was looking out for potential dangers. Dick still didn't really know what they were up to but he wasn't terribly worried about it. He'd always been good at coming up with plans on the fly -- though those usually involved thwarting foes or getting himself out of tight scrapes when original plans didn't go well. But it'd probably work here, too.
"I'll happily take second place," he said with a bit of a smirk. Dick was definitely curious about Richie's intentions, but he figured they'd make themselves known at some point. So with that in mind, he unwrapped a twinkie, tossed the wrapper in a garbage can they passed and started to eat it. "Penguins, man. I know a pretty awful one, actually. I mean he's not actually a penguin, just calls himself that. So," he stopped himself from rambling on about one of Gotham's criminal masterminds by taking another bite of twinkie, "something more permanent. For the number one ranked dick?"