Yes, that's Robin, or, as they call him at the YMCA locker-room, the "Boy Wonder". Leaving behind a naked rent boy with a club kid haircut, our Robin (masked, because that adds spice to it all) saunters off, satisfied, whistling a happy tune, one hand shoved into his pocket as camouflage (and not very successful camouflage, I might add!) and the other gripping his handy-dandy riding crop.
Robin's already moving on to his next "adventure". But look at the poor crestfallen lad he's left: "But ... but I don't want the money any more. I want ... I just want you ... to stay." That boy obviously wants Dick badly.
With just one encounter, the "Boy Wonder" turns a streetwise, cynical rent boy into an abandoned lovesick puppy. Gods, that's tragic.
This is what happens, folks, when gypsy circus boys get access to a billionaire's petty cash supply.
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Good heavens!
Judging by the difficulty he's having with his 'camouflage,' God was certainly nice to Dick, hmm?
Get thee a dance belt young man!
And now we know why his green trunks appear to be made of chainmail.
They had to be. Probably have a lock on them and guess whose utility belt the key is in...!
This can't work in reality, that's what I think.
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