This was a village of beautiful people, Dick whole-heartedly agreed. Which was ridiculous, really, but who was he to complain? Maybe he was just used to being surrounded by beautiful people, though. He'd hung out with beautiful aliens, and girls, and guys, and did he mention aliens already? Maybe it was a superhero thing, you had to be ridiculously good looking at the same time.

"Your father had magic? Does that mean you have magic?" Asks, unable to contain the child like wonder at that. Just because he grew up around people with superpowers and such didn't mean it was never cool. It was always, always always always, cool.

"My name? Dick Grayson, at your service." Dick gave her the patented Grayson winning smile. "What's your's, Ms. Kicked My Ass at Snow Fighting?"