Dick did have a really nice ass. Not that Jason would be caught staring at it as he walks behind him to get in. Not that he wonders what Dick's entire body looks like without clothes on, if he's just absolutely Adonis-like over every inch. Certainly hasn't been looking at that shirtless photo the past few nights.

"Please, with all the hot gymnasts coming into the cafe to get my number at all hours? Definitely not desperate."

He takes a seat, looking up at the tent. How high it goes, the pole in the middle to hold it all up, the bright colors and banners hanging down displaying the acts that will come on. He's absolutely batshit insane to be here with a stranger. It was probably one of his worst ideas. But Dick was so genuine about it. So excited. Jason hasn't known anyone like that in a long time, who actually still finds joy in Gotham City.

"You really used to trapeze up there?" he asks and then grits his teeth as he looks at Dick, blue eyes full of some kind of emotion that isn't usually there. "How is this not painful for you right now?"