Dick yawned as his alarm beeped a little quietly. With a groan, he pulled himself up and out of bed, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wasn't really a morning person, considering he did most of his stuff at night. Still, he wouldn't miss this for the world. Today, he was going up to the SHIELD Helicarrier. Join that new team that he was told about. He didn't like that the transport chopper was coming so early, but he was sure he could catch some sleep on the ride there anyways.
He set some coffee to brew, before putting on some civvies, a cyan tank top and some black jeans. Slipping his small utility belt on under it of course. He might not have had to follow Bruce's orders anymore, but, occasionally, the man did give good advice. He quickly checked to make sure all his stuff was there. Extra fear-serum canisters, a few smoke pellets, his grappling hook, and of course, his patented Crownai. His medical glove and cape were attached to his costume though, and he wouldn't be wearing his costume just yet.
He grabbed the backpack in-which he had stuffed his costume, and spare sets of everything. Also grabbing up a disposable cup and pouring some coffee into it, he made his way to the roof. He sipped on it silently as the cool Gotham City air nipped at him. He cursed himself for wearing a sleeveless shirt. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as only a few minutes later, a SHIELD agent met him, and introduced himself as such. "Hey." Dick exclaimed with a grin. The agent simply nodded, and summoned the helicopter. Dick huffed at getting stuck with such a spoil-sport, but stepped into the vehicle anyways.
"Get up."
Dick mumbled as he shook himself awake. It seemed, they were here. He took a peek out the window of the helicopter to the billion dollar explosion of extravagance. It looked cool, certainly. but it seemed like it had no purpose for how much money was blown on it. A lot of tax payer money funneled into maintaining something this was probably the reason they hired a small group of separate people. Didn't want to have to have the citizenry dying, as well as paying money for this military-like cause.
Dick hopped off the aircraft, and was guided to an auditorium room with some other people. Mostly young people, like him, but there were a few twenty-somethings. He was going to sneak out to explore the place later, but for now, he would introduce himself to the group. He situated himself near the nerdy boy, near the front, and told the team, "Hey, I'm Dick. You guys are?" 
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