[He might have arthritis in every joint in his body, and an attitude that could sink a thousand ships, but just because he couldn't really fight didn't mean Bruce could do less damage.

Crap, why is that insanely hilarious? Dick has to keep grinning because god.]

Okay, eighty-four. That's a pretty big age gap, how old does that make the rest of us in the decades long future? [Oh no, don't think about that! He waves his hands.]

Sorry, don't answer that. I'd like to still be surprised when it comes to how old I'll actually be in the future. [And by that he means he does not want to think about how he's going to be in so many years. The waiter comes over and thank god, because he can turn that grin away.]

Coffee, please, with cream and sugar. [Extra sugar, can't say that. The waiter leaves, and Dick gets back to more serious.]

So what's it like? Besides awful.