Dick continued about his own business, packing in his ropes and coiling them back up to rest at his side. He didn't look up until he caught a glimpse of the woman's red hair and immediately recognized it. "You're up early." He stated as he suddenly seemed to appear beside her. He still wasn't very thrilled with her most recent actions but he would attempt to be civil at least. His arms were folded as he stood beside her chair and looked out as if attempting to see what she saw.
His hair was a bit of a mess from the currents he'd been using to swing on, a black gloved hand slipped through it in a vain attempt to fix it. He didn't have much luck, it just flopped back over in it's formerly unruly manner over his eyes as it always did, giving him that almost innocent boyish feature. Anyone who knew him though knew innocent was exactly the wrong word used to describe Dick Grayson. Dark eyes went from the skyline back to the woman he was so familiar with and then away. Looking at her made him uncomfortable. Since her actions with the Trickster, Dick didn't know how to react around her.
Part of him felt like he was now a babysitter and that wasn't his job description last time he checked.