Bats in the Attic (Young Justice/Batman Beyond)

Homey Diner

He almost didn't go.

Until he saw Jason, Dick somehow managed to remain blissfully aware of the fact he'd lost certain memories. The conversation with Barbara only provoked the unease of uncertainty created by the awareness of his amnesic state. He'd come back to Gotham to put the pieces together, not to have his world turned even more upside down.

Yet, for some reason, Dick also felt he should have known. After all, when he woke from the coma, there was a very distinct distortion regarding his sense of time. In addition, he couldn't remember what caused the friction between him and Bruce but chalked the entire situation up to him not wanting to remember, not an inability to remember.

The familiarity of Warren McGinnis' name proved too enticing, and as such, he found himself at a rather nice diner. The place reminded him of the times the circus family found themselves piling into such a place, creating a major ruckus, only for the staff to find themselves pleased with the business brought in by Jack "Pappy" Haly and his ragtag family.

Bruce also brought him to this kind of place, in order to attempt some sort of father-son bonding which, in Dick's recollection never went well, or when it did, seemed to quickly come crashing down. Yet, those memories were firm in his head right now but provided much better musings than thinking of what he'd done to mess up with Bruce.

The waitress on duty hurried over, batting her eyelids at the handsome stranger in a rather flirtatious manner. Dick instinctively smiled as she attempted to lead him to a seat. Glancing around, he found the diner empty except for a couple chatting away, and a group of elderly females gossiping. His smile broadened when one of the old ladies winked at him.

Momentarily, Dick cursed his luck with the opposite sex, but let the over flirtatious waitress lead him to a booth, and he slipped into the red seats. "So, what can I get ya'."

"A glass of water and a cup of coffee for now. I'm waiting for someone." Glancing up at the clock, Dick noted he'd arrived early but noted that he could definitely afford a cup of coffee. Letting out a sigh, he leaned back, he closed his eyes, hearing the distinct click of the cup on the saucer, yet kept his eyes closed.

"So, could I, uh... possibly get your phone number."

Dick's eyes snapped open, his mouth twisting into a frown. He found himself unsure of how to handle the situation when another person's voice provided the necessary interlude. "I see you're still able to make the girls fall for you with little effort Grayson."

Turning his head, Dick saw the red-haired man grinning at him, and yet...

The man's eyes blinked, then pointed to his mustache. "You must not have recognized me because I grew a mustache."

"Yeah. I guess." Dick smiled, unsure of how to address the fact he didn't remember Warren at all. He watched the man slip into the booth. "I guess so."

"I see you started without me." Warren pointed at Dick's coffee, turning his head to the waitress. "I'm actually paying for him. Could you bring us another cup of coffee and a couple slices of your daily pie special?"

"Sure thing."

"Hold on." Dick's mouth opened to protest. "I didn't agree..."

"Not taking any arguments. It's the least you could do after taking off for more than an entire year and making every one of us worry." Warren let out a huff, folding his arms. "So..."

"Sorry." His bright blue eyes looked out the window. "Sorry for making you worry."

"Dick, something the matter."