Dick had pointedly not told anyone he was going out of town. He really needed that time off just to clear his head. He didn't mind not being noticed in the least, actually preferred it. He was better for it too. The look on his face was much less stressed then it had been days before. When darcy came out with the kids he looked down at them and raised an eyebrow. "If it's okay with you it's cool with me." He wasn't very good with little kids, but he was getting better. Hanging around Svetlana and her kids was causing him to be a lot more at ease with them. That and he was just naturally charismatic, he had always had the ability to draw people to him. Seemed even in the land of Apocalypses nothing had changed. Save for a clash or two with Sam Winchester he was generally getting along with everyone.
That was how he liked it. He wanted to have friends, a social life, all the things he didn't get to have when being Bruce's partner. In a way it was nice being able to talk to people, though in the back of his mind he worried that he was going to get them all killed if he got closer. That was just how being Nightwing worked, people he loved died.
His own fashion sense was usually pretty good, he was young and had the body of a an athlete in their prime physical state since he pushed himself to insane workouts. He could basically get away with wearing anything and still making it look decent but he was more casual. He was wearing just a pair of jeans and a black shirt. He found that he did tend to lean toward the darker colors thanks to his night time habits.
"Thanks again for doing this." Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly he gave her a lopsided grin.