( he only looks at mako's outstretched hand long enough to note the importance of the gesture, and then he's quick to grab it, effortlessly tugged up to his tiptoes. he's in big trouble, he knows. soaked to the bone with water, the power to rid himself of it at his very fingertips, but he just. doesn't. that much is unnatural, showing off in front of someone who isn't jason or tim is just - uncomfortable. mako's going to have to tell his boss about this, which means bruce is going to learn about this, which means dick. compromised their situation. put them all in danger.
not only that, but it means all the new airbenders in the convergence will be under scrutiny, too.
it's a bad situation, but dick isn't one to let that damper his mood. if mako isn't mentioning it, then neither is he, quietly chilling in the early night air, rocking back and forth on his heels for a brief moment. )
Okay, you're right. Follow me.
( the leisurely pace from before is gone - dick sets off running in one particular direction, speedy but effortless, following twists of alleyways and cobblestone paths. it's faster if they run on rooftops, but dick doesn't make any effort toward elevation - he's not sure how mako would fair, not that he doubts his abilities, but there's nothing that attracts trouble like the fire of a bender lighting up their path, shouting that they're here, and here, and here. subtlety is the name of this game, the two of them melding in with the shadows, untraceable without the char marks of fire, or the tussle of leaves in man made wind. they're naturally gifted without bending, anyway - no one will catch them.
dick slows down on his block, holding a pointer finger up to his lips to keep mako quiet. surveying the area, making sure there isn't anyone of note to compromise their safety. once dick is assured the coast is clear, he approaches a worn down warehouse that's been out of commission for years now - the structural integrity of it is in question, which is why there aren't any other squatters occupying the building. it used to be a facility where earth benders would make bowls and cutlery, and other simple things like that. since a workplace accident, it's been vacant, and dick. well. occupied that vacancy.
he busted the lock on the door ages ago, so he opens it up for mako now. inside is a mess of a caved in roof, wooden structures sticking up to cracked ends in the night air. all in all it is ... not impressive. mako probably had something else in mind. dick rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. )
Welcome, welcome. I sent the butler home for the night.
( he grins, brightly. alfred would absolutely glare at him for it.
dick leads them further in, towards a more stable area, a more private room he imagines was once the boss's office when this business was operational. it's the only place in here that shows signs of someone living there - an oil lamp and a few articles of clothing, a few trinkets and gadgets they've had in development to fight against benders. there's no bed, no area of comfort. it's clear he doesn't live here. )
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not only that, but it means all the new airbenders in the convergence will be under scrutiny, too.
it's a bad situation, but dick isn't one to let that damper his mood. if mako isn't mentioning it, then neither is he, quietly chilling in the early night air, rocking back and forth on his heels for a brief moment. )
Okay, you're right. Follow me.
( the leisurely pace from before is gone - dick sets off running in one particular direction, speedy but effortless, following twists of alleyways and cobblestone paths. it's faster if they run on rooftops, but dick doesn't make any effort toward elevation - he's not sure how mako would fair, not that he doubts his abilities, but there's nothing that attracts trouble like the fire of a bender lighting up their path, shouting that they're here, and here, and here. subtlety is the name of this game, the two of them melding in with the shadows, untraceable without the char marks of fire, or the tussle of leaves in man made wind. they're naturally gifted without bending, anyway - no one will catch them.
dick slows down on his block, holding a pointer finger up to his lips to keep mako quiet. surveying the area, making sure there isn't anyone of note to compromise their safety. once dick is assured the coast is clear, he approaches a worn down warehouse that's been out of commission for years now - the structural integrity of it is in question, which is why there aren't any other squatters occupying the building. it used to be a facility where earth benders would make bowls and cutlery, and other simple things like that. since a workplace accident, it's been vacant, and dick. well. occupied that vacancy.
he busted the lock on the door ages ago, so he opens it up for mako now. inside is a mess of a caved in roof, wooden structures sticking up to cracked ends in the night air. all in all it is ... not impressive. mako probably had something else in mind. dick rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. )
Welcome, welcome. I sent the butler home for the night.
( he grins, brightly. alfred would absolutely glare at him for it.
dick leads them further in, towards a more stable area, a more private room he imagines was once the boss's office when this business was operational. it's the only place in here that shows signs of someone living there - an oil lamp and a few articles of clothing, a few trinkets and gadgets they've had in development to fight against benders. there's no bed, no area of comfort. it's clear he doesn't live here. )