“Robin, stop fooling around back there. We need to scavenge the parts for the gyrostabliser and get back to the tower.” Dick pushed the cowl back and carded his fingers through his hair before whipping the dust-cloth off what turned out to be an old batbike model.
Damian’s voice echoed flatly across the cave. “You really used to wear this?”
Dick straightened up and turned his head, immediately recognising something different about the approaching form as he caught sight of the younger man. The drape of fabric about his shoulders maybe –