[ Hana's not the only one who can put up a good front. Dick can manage a more convincing one under better circumstances, though. Right now, he can't help but wince every so often that he moves his wounded arm a certain way, Slade having cut deep. While he has better first aid equipment back in Arkham, he's going to have to manage with what he's got equipped. Fortunately, the prospect of a Denny's drive-thru makes any amount of pain worth it. And by far, Dick has taken a lot worse. ]

Regardless, I'm planning to keep mine for as long as possible.

[ He also wouldn't wish upon himself what was once a curse for Victor, a.k.a. Cyborg. Fortunately, the advancement of technology and the rising abundance of prosthetics for many, including some among Overwatch and its associates, have ameliorated any residual angst from Cyborg's early stint with the Titans. Dick himself would welcome the idea if he sustained any injuries, but he's not counting on it happening. Though important, the necessary learning curve might take time away from the mission. ]

Despite masterminding this shadowy uprising, I've actually had most of my meals alone.

[ For the past few years, he neglects to say. ]

This will be a nice change. You'll find yourself saying the same for the wifi.

[ And before long, they're finally in the drive-thru, waiting for the vehicles in front of them to make their orders and receive them further down the lane. It's then that Hana starts asking him about gaming: a subject that, woefully, he could be more acquainted with. ]

Honestly, I don't remember.

But if you consider that my M.O., then I guess you'd be the first.

[ So he teases back. He's not so much worried about any hint of jealousy, but he sure is willing to attempt to fluster her if he can help it. ]