Dick had to to stop himself from doing a double take when he turned the other man. He raised an eyebrow, making no effort to be subtle as he looked over the young male. Something seemed oddly familial about him, but Dick shook off the feeling, knowing he wouldn’t have forgotten someone like that so easily.
“I could say the same for you.” He let a smirk tug at his features as he looked back up at the man’s face, head tilting to the side slightly.
“And I’d have to say the same, once again.”
“Oh?” Tim thinks that he really should have anticipated that Dick would flirt back–because, well, he's Dick,–but he didn’t. So the bafflement that appears on Stray’s features isn't entirely feigned. He places a hand on his chest, a smile tugging at his lips in mock flattery.
“Cute, costumed, and charming?” (Tim has always liked alliteration, shh) “Well aren’t you the whole package. And may I have a name to seal the deal?” he asked with a wink, not sparing an ounce of playfulness.