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Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming,

"Woah. What?" Dick backed up slightly in surprise. He was no good with magic, but there really wasn't much time to discuss his squeamishness. His hands up in surprise, Dick lowered them in a terrible attempt to appear a little professional. But honestly he'd had a pretty bad experience with magic in his life thus far. Raven to name one. When the idea of comms first came around via Barbara, Dick really didn't like the idea much. But with time he learned of the usefulness and hoped Clark would of his as well, Babs would never be as strict as she was with him with Clark, so that helped. If Dick even thought about turning off his comm link up Babs was screaming at him the next day. He knew she worried, but sometimes like now, he really had to just focus on the task at hand. "I wouldn't say no to some daring heroics about now." He spoke to Clark while he watched Ron and the others.

Motioning to duck low and head out the back door he started to usher them along. "Stay low and quiet." With any luck they wouldn't be needing a rescue, but a back up wouldn't hurt. "On my mark we run for it." Dick wasn't sure what Clark had in mind, but whatever it was he'd know it when it happened and be able to get the people,- and his new floating victim out with little trouble once it went down. he hoped.