( his mood is a little dampened. it's not that he isn't aware that he's been a thorn in the police force's side since he started this whole shindig, but he - doesn't want to make mako's job more difficult. he's one of the good ones, and all that. he actually helps, instead of sitting idly by, or getting paid off by thugs wreaking their havoc on the city folk. it's not fair that dick is making him look like a joke to that mean old lady.

an unfortunate reality, he guesses. he actively chose to keep pursuing vigilantism, and all the unfavorable things that come along with that. for as thoughtful as dick is, he's also a little ... naive. it's been good fun, for him. for mako, it's his job. )

Can't do that. I'm terrible at following orders.

( clearly. that he's here at all is evidence enough of that.

with an overly dramatic flip, he levels the playing field between them, landing on the ground with hardly a pitter patter between his two feet. he shrugs, loosely. )

What if I help in your investigation into me? ( the portion of his brain that's supposed to form a conscience, although it generally just sounds like bruce's reproach, firmly says hey, maybe don't do that. the devil on dick's shoulder quietly tells it to fuck off. ) If you let me hang out with you, I'll give you a name. Fair?