Dick hopped down nimbly enough, bouncing a little on his toes to test his joints. Nothing twisted or sore. That was a relief.
"I guess the answer's not yet, but in time," he said, smiling up at the man. He hooked one thumb in his belt loop at his hip and extended his other hand. "But it's not fair if I keep the advantage like this for so long. Dick Grayson. Good to see you. Meet you. Whichever works best for you."