It was next to impossible to sleep. Even Dick's few hours here and there weren't exactly very restful. Through them he kept waking up at random noises, or being half asleep and never really reviving. It was the strangest thing. To him, Clark's eyes looked black, but he'd used the Latin, he'd done the whole shebang and nothing No black smoke trying to escape, or even a twitch. Sometimes he envied Clark, not even needing binoculars to see, but powers made things more complicated-he knew from experience. Kory for example. Or any of the other Teen Titans. He was the only one on that team who didn't have a special ability, truth be told he did fine without them. For most, going and doing what Clark and Dick were without powers would be suicidal. Dick had been trained almost as a tool since he came into Bruce's home at a very young age after his parents murder. Of course training wasn't the only thing that made him what he was, he was highly intelligent when it came to martial arts and acrobatics. Things like that helped. What made him who he was and not a Batman clone was his heart. He cared about how things were done, and to what degree.
"Won't even see me. In and out, my middle name is speed." He joked slightly and advised his new found partner. It was weird working with Clark so often as he had, but at the same time comforting. Back home he'd only worked with him on a few occasions, several unpleasant thanks to Bruce's stone set ways. But he looked up to Clark and trusted him. He was on his very short list, and it was nice to have that very same thing transfer even to younger not yet superman-Clark. Dick was extraordinarily fast for someone without super speed. He managed to get up to the rooftop without being seen while Clark started outside. He wasn't as good at Tactical planning as Tim the super genius was, but he was able to think on his feet and get creative, so from the front of the store there was a loud clatter while Dick used the ceiling and his bat tools to defy gravity and get to were Ron and the others were holed up. Only when he was above him did he try to get any attention from the red head. In a low voice he called down at him. "Hey. Ron. " And dangled a hand off the ceiling. He was thankful to have the tools he had, but he wished he had Batman's suction cups. It would have been easier then what he had on him for rock climbing-in the ceiling.
"Hurry up, this way.'' He nodded his head toward the door and stayed out of view. Hoping the demons wouldn't catch onto his little distraction trick, he ushered the group toward the back door.