Dick watched Copperhead rummage through the box before answering his question, his attention returning to the small animal in his hand as she spoke. He knew he wouldn’t be able to remember what each of the colours meant, but it was still fun learning about them. It was something he had loved doing in the circus, learning about the different places they traveled to, the people, the culture. He never would have expected to be learning about alebrije in a place like Gotham City. The city was a dark and gloomy place, not somewhere he would have thought about finding such colourful little creatures.<br/><br/>As Copperhead returned to her box, Dick once more looked at the alebrije in his hand before carefully setting it down with the others. He looked at the beads she removed from the box, before following her movements to the closet where a black book was pulled down from.<br/><br/>He waited until Copperhead sat back down before moving closer and peering at the pages as she turned them. He glanced up at her when she removed one of the photos before quickly replacing it and setting the book aside. As Copperhead returned to the box, Dick turned his attention to the photo book, carefully flipping the pages and looking at the photos.<br/><br/>“Is this your family?” He asked, pointing to one of the photos with a group of people. He wanted to ask what happened to them, what had made her shove the book away, but thought it would be better not to ask such a thing.