Snorting to himself, Dick shakes his head, absently wiping the back of his hand across his face to get rid of some of the sweat, a flash of bright blue eyes appearing for a moment as his glasses are pushed up. "Yay."

A door appears in the darkness, swinging quietly open and letting in a dim light, which Dick trusts about as much as the last door he walked in through.

"Something tells me the prize isn't gonna be that great," he comments, making his way over to the door, adjusting his hoodie and jacket along the way.