Mathlete sayings2/21/2023 ![]() ![]() “Jay! You know he can figure me out from that,” Dick moaned dramatically. ![]() Jason answered on the first ring, clearly expecting the call. Dick took the opportunity to slip away into the restroom and pull out his phone. Peter ragged on him good-naturedly for a few more minutes before returning to his work. “Allegedly,” Dick hedged, “I might have been on a mathletes team in high school. The picture wasn't good enough for Peter to get anything definitive out of it at a glance, but Dick was sure that with some cleanup and research, Peter could figure out his real identity from this delightful piece of incriminating evidence, thank-you-very-much-Jason. “No, but that's you, isn't it?” Peter demanded, pointing to the one person in the photograph who looked even remotely like Dick. He might have just recently gotten him back from the dead, but Dick was seriously contemplating killing his little brother. Only this copy was adorned with the words “Our Dear Little Mathlete” in red gel pen-in Jason's writing. Jason had taken it at Gotham Academy during a mathematics competition. “Look,” Peter beamed at him, shoving a photograph in Dick's face, too close for him to actually see it properly. “What is it?” he asked innocently as Peter approached. Seriously, he wasn't even sure why he felt guilty he just knew he did when Peter called him out about the math stuff. The act helped keep the guilty look off his face. Dick leaned back in his chair, feet propped on the desk, eyebrow raised-the picture of nonchalance. Look at this!” Peter crowed as he strode across the bullpen to Dick's desk. “I knew it! Neal, I knew you were hiding that you're good at math. A few days after “the math incident,” Dick was sitting at his desk, going through some cold case files since there was nothing better to do, when Peter burst out of his office, beaming as though he'd just gotten the best birthday gift ever. Dick knew that look, though his partner wasn't letting this go.Īs it turned out, Peter had some help in the outing-Dick-as-a-mathlete department. Peter narrowed his eyes but didn't have any proof that Dick was lying. ![]() Look, I did it all on my calculator,” Dick said, sleight-of-handing his calculator from the drawer and displaying it as evidence. “You're secretly some kind of mathematical savant, aren't you?” Diana asked, a conspiratorial smile on her lips. “Neal, did you just run the numbers in your head?!” “Three point zero seven three percent, give or take?!” Peter croaked, incredulity warring with admiration on his face. which was displaying a screensaver at the moment, since Dick definitely hadn't been working. Peter slipped around the back of Dick's desk, looking at his computer screen. You should look for-” Dick trailed off in horrified realization when he noticed Peter and Diana both staring at him. “Oh, the assistant manager's skimming funds, for sure. “What do you think, Neal?” his partner asked. He startled when Peter abruptly dropped the case file on his desk with a slap. Peter was discussing a case with Diana nearby, and Dick was sitting at his desk, half asleep but still listening absentmindedly. until one fateful day when he'd stayed up late the night before helping Mozzie with a project. So he pretended to use a calculator, to not know the answer, even when he'd already figured it out in his head ages ago. Too close to who Dick Grayson really was. Still, this was the one talent that he kept hidden, even from Peter. Math had always just made sense to him-enough that he'd been on his school's competitive team when he attended Gotham Academy-and it was amazing how often that made it easy to see the answer in a case or to speed up his boring casework. ![]() It turned out, being skilled at acrobatics, reading people, and interacting with high society were all quite useful when going undercover with the FBI as an alleged bond forger.īut perhaps the skill that most surprised him with its usefulness was his talent with mathematics. Once he'd been successfully placed in the FBI's White Collar division, he was pleased to see how well he was served by the other skills he'd fostered throughout his life, first at Haly's, then as the ward of Bruce Wayne and the protege of the Batman. While preparing for the Caffrey job, Dick Grayson worked tirelessly to learn the many specific skills required for the task: painting, sculpture, art history, and the like, primarily. ![]()
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