It really was crazy - there was only a handful of people in the world who can. Less than that. But he didn't need to brag more than he had already. He hadn't accepted to work with Batman because flying would remind him of the circus at all. At the time, he hadn't wanted to think about it, after all. But now that he thought about it, he was out nearly every night because he enjoyed it as much as because he could help people that way. And he did love flying more than anything else. Six months after his parents' death, it didn't feel like a betrayal.

"Show you something cool? Uh, now? Or - there are rings and trapezes in the Cave and Tim would be intensely against me bringing you there but there's no... Batman's gone." Dick shrugged, not feeling like talking about it that much, "it could be cool."