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It's winter in Gotham. Dick is bundled up against the snow in jeans and an oversized red hoodie and... it had been a domino mask, but as soon as the disused factory gives way to the bar, that particular item is spirited away into the sleeve and then the pockets of the hoodie.

He slides from stealth to scuffing his heels like a pro. Might as well get a hot drink in himself now he's here.

[DCU!Dick]

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It's a blink-and-you'll-miss it moment, but Klaus has always been watchful. And now he's staring because...

That's not little number Five, right? It's been a while since he's been in the mansion, but he's pretty sure no.

Pretty sure.

But dark-haired kid in a mask, well, that raises some alarm bells.

...

Shit, if he was less high maybe he could remember.

...

Is it, though?

Incredibly blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but sometimes you just get caught by the bar in... well not costume because there isn’t one any more, but with masks.

Dick scuffs a few more steps before he decides to acknowledge that someone’s watching him. He pushes his hood back from the forehead somewhat and squints for a second, before offering a confused smile.

“Hey, do I know you?”

Klaus hesitates, but... what the hell, right? If he's wrong, he's wrong, it's happened... so many times before.

"... Five? Are you...?" It comes out a bit (lot) disjointed, but only a bit of that is because of the drugs. Most of that is because he last saw his brother when they were both painfully young.

Dicks eyes flick first in one direction, and then the other, trying to figure out who he’s been mistaken for, but also if this guy needs any help.

“Uh,” he says slowly. “No.

“Sorry?” It seems like it warrants an apology.

Klaus holds up his hands (a return apology, a please-don't-hurt-me from someone who's had a few too many things taken the wrong way, HELLO GOODBYE in stark letters across his palms).

"No, nonono, sorry, thought you were... it was the... y'know." He makes a quick gesture, almost unconscious, of putting on the mask - god knows he did it enough times to have the muscle memory locked in. "He kinda looked like you."

"Oh."

Huh. Okay Dick's gonnaa have to get better than that. But the feeling of guilt that hits him, that someone would catch it, is irritating.

It's Milliways. There's risk, but the patrons aren't normal, do he doesn't need to feel bad.

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Outsside of his internal monologue, he offers a smile, apologetic, ans pushes the hood all the way back from his head.

"I guess I got one of those faces," he says, completely ignoring the reference to the mask.

And, because it's Milliways and he can be, while not exactly hoonest about his vigilante habits, entirely honest about being a Grayson, he vaults a chair to sit near him.

"I'm Dick. Hi."

Oh my god, he got it so wrong, this kid isn't Five, he's like... happy tiny Diego, it's awesome. He waves, a little (HELLO), a smaller, more intricate tattoo of an umbrella on the inside of his wrist visible for a moment as the draping sleeve of the... we'll loosely call it a kimono since Klaus is busy calling it a cape, falls back with the motion.

"I'm Klaus, um, hello." He offers in return, "Have you been here? Before?"

"Yeah, I come here all the..."

Dick trails off, and has a moment to look around.

"Uh. I used to come here all the time. Think I might have skipped in time though."

Man, that sucks. Wonder who misses him.

Klaus squints at the 'time skip' business. That sounds like...

But no.

It isn't.

It's still uncanny though. (It probably isn't as much as he's thinking, but time and self-medication make for some easier leaps in logic)

"Oh good, I mean, not the... time travel, thing, that'd suck, or, I've heard it sucks, so." He rambles. "The waffles are amazing, if they weren't a thing when you were here before."

"They were," a thing, "and yeah, they are," amazing.

He hadn't made it to the bar, and he's still cold despite having been running and the layers (SO many layers. Fortunately he's skilled in layering without impeding movement) -so he catches the eye of a rat, and doesn't even have to say something before he's provided with a plate of waffles and a large hot chocolate. Both with cream. One with marshmallows.

"You're new, since I came in last, so I guess you can't help with what's changed."

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As Cassian looks up when the door opens he sees the teen slip something up his sleeve but doesn't catch what it was, a slick move. He says as the young man passes, "Cold night?"

"SO cold," Dick agrees, rubbing his gloved hands together to emphasise it. "Massive blizzard hit tonight."

This time he doens't let himself be interrupted on the way to his hot chocolate. but when he's got it he's joining the guy; crouching on the seat of a chair turned backwards, so he can hook his arms over the chair back and nurse his hot chocolate that way.

(Sitting like a normal human: not possible)

"Figure they're gonna close large parts of the city tomorrow."

Cassian raises an eyebrow at that way of sitting as he clicks his datapad to a neutral map, "Your city shuts down? That's drastic."

"It's a drastic blizzard," Dick offers with a half shrug. "Crazy amounts of snow even for Gotham this kind of year."

He personally blames Freeze. Because he knows it's his fault.

"And you're out in it?" The name Gotham is familiar to Cassian, he must have heard it here.

Dick just raises his eyebrows and grins ruefully. "Yep."

Firstly - Freeze! Secondly - he's not actually planning to go home. He just doesn't know where he's planning to spend the night.

"Then you should get something warmer. I grew up on a cold planet and the cold doesn't care and will get through you before you're aware of it,"

And that red top doesn't look warm enough.

Dick tucks his hand under the hem of his hoodie, flips it up and hooks his thumb into the waistband of his jeans, creating a gap that shows the bright red wool blend beneath his outerwear.

"Layers," he offers simply.

Cassian considers them and takes a drink of his caf, he knows its not his business but he grew up with warnings of being underdressed, "Hope its enough."

It will be, if Dick can get Freeze tonight and bring the weather back a bit more sensible.

"What's the weather out there for you?"

"Nothing that interesting," He's currently on a planet with windy weather but sunny.

"'S not that interesting," Dick protests lightly. "Snow gets definitely boring after too many winters on the East Coast."

Two. Two is too many. The circus always used to go south for the winters, like robins.

"No but you have to pay attention to it,"

That was a lesson of Fest, don't take the snow for granted.

Dick pays attention to everything.

He shrugs with one shoulder, not that fussed about it. "I guess."

"Gotham, I feel like I've heard that name before. What's it like?" And its bothering him that he can't recall all the details.