The place is very lived in. Which is to say it's a bit of a mess. There's a giant Flying Graysons poster over the bed, but otherwise the decor is fairly neutral. Dick strips off his mask and gloves and drops them on the table.

"I vary how I enter, but the way we came in isn't actually visible from the street, and most of the surrounding buildings are either unoccupied or too low to properly see here. C'mon, you know B well enough, you really think he'd let me get away with anything less than perfection when it came to security? You want a drink or something?"

Normally he'd get changed right away, but he figured he'd get Jason settled first, and probably grab some clothes for him as well, sitting around in uniform was no fun for anybody.