"Hey, Babs." Dick turned and gave Gordon a wave, a sly grin and an appraising glance. "Looking good. It wouldn't be a true party without the Commissioner's daughter here to give all the revelers immunity."
He turned and looked back at Harleen. "Think about it. Those tickets are open-ended. No expiration date, no names." He looked around at the craziness. "I think I'll go swimming; you two have fun." He said this knowing they had very little in common. Dick stepped aside, removing his jacket, shoes and pants, as he stripped down to his swimsuit. He doubted any would recognize that it was the same one he used for his underwater assault training as a vigilante. To most it was just black square-cut trunks.
Stepping up to the diving board, he waited for a clearing, then dove in cleanly, barely disrupting the water as he did so.