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

In the back of his mind there was a possibility that this plan could ultimately fail, he had read up on Dark on the web but the web didn't tell all. It could even be wrong. He was on guard and waiting until the arrival of Mr. Dark. He was trained in ninjitsu, the art of blending with the shadows. Unless Dark was able to pick up on him magically he would not have known what to look for or where to begin looking. He patiently waited like a hawk on its prey.

Finally he heard the slightest tapping of the walking stick and looked up curiously. At first glance he didn't appear intimidating but Dick knew that sometimes it meant the opposite. Those were the ones to worry about most. Dark was a smooth talker and knew how to get what he wanted, but Dick wasn't new to the field either. He emerged from the shadows finally as Dark pulled his pocket watch.

"I'm never late." He spoke as he looked him over silently. He was definitely a performer. He had that dramatic flair Dick remembered so well from his days with the Flying Graysons. He also remembered what circus people were like to outsiders. To Dark, Dick was an outsider. He would try to swindle and cheat, but Dick knew the routine well. He'd done it himself once upon a time.

"Mr.Dark." He greeted politely. His eyes trained on the man infront of him.