On my way.

[And he was. As Dick Grayson, yes, but not exactly bothering to run entirely on the ground - he took shortcuts. Not rooftops, but. He hadn't been hiding he was an acrobat, after all.]

[When he spotted the ginger, he slowed down just enough to take off the shades and approach, cheeks a little flushed and blue eyes bright.]

Yeah, I've been here for over a month. Did they let you eat when they were explaining to you about the place? It's really weird. It has...

[Breath-catching.]

...

Dude. What's the last thing that happened, for you?

[There were things one got to know, about a friend he spent days on end with. And Wally looked - just a little bit different from the last Dick'd seen him.]

[Blink. Blink. (Yes, he's Dick Grayson... here.)]

It was New Year's, to me. And, yes, you had an awesome birthday.

[Though with those details? Yes, it has to be them. The team he knows about from Tim wasn't led by Batman. Dick crosses the last steps to his best friend and throws his arms about him in a tight hug.]

Man, this place is so. Weird. There was another me. There are people that I'm older brother two. "Superman's name is Clark Kent" is something people get right in trivia. I'm. So glad that you're here.

[Sorry. Sorry. He'll be fine in a moment. He's not even crying, the words are low, breathless. But this moment of clinging? Please let him have it.]