[color=ghostwhite]As Harley stalked out of the door, clearly put out by the further desecration of her gun, Dick snapped open a panel on his wrist and swiftly called for an emergency dispatch to their current location. He probably aught to have called for one a little sooner, given the beating Harley handed out to the final henchman, but he couldn't feel much sympathy for the man after having seen his rap sheet from Blackgate. As it was, he might suffer a concussion but nothing worse than an average run in with Bruce. That done, he snapped the mini screen shut and followed her out.

He'd assumed she'd have some sort of car or bike or something waiting to jump into. Instead, she seemed to have no real reason for exiting the building than to underline her protest by storming off. As soon as she was outside, she started talking about fresh air and being cramped. Most people would likely have rolled their eyes at such childish behaviour but Dick had more than enough experience with Damian to know how to play things. [i]Don't react until she's stopped doing stuff just to get a rise.[/i]

So instead of sighing or demanding that they leave now, he clasped his hand behind his back (not having pockets to put them in), whistled a jaunty tune and strolled after her. Hopefully this complete non-reaction to her teasing and general antics would infuriate her to no end, maybe enough to make her try a new tact; seriousness. [i]It's a long shot but they don't call the boy wonder for nothing. Though I suppose they probably call Damian that now. Damn.[/i]

After following her for a few minutes and curbing any potentially destructive outbursts she might have, Dick finally spoke up. [i][color=dodgerblue]"So, Doctor Quinzel, do you have a reliable means of transportation? Or are you going to hitchhike to our destination?"[/color][/i] He wondered if using her name and title would annoy, confuse or humanise her. [i]Probably the first[/i], he decided.
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