"Richard."
Dick was looking at everything but the old woman in front of him. The carpet, the wall, the small window to his left. "Yes, Baba Florica?"
"Child, did you steal those cookies?"
Dick briefly , desperately considered denial - but Baba Florica would know he was lying. She told him it was a special gift she had, a part of Dook, to know whenever little children lied. He sighed and bowed his head. "Yes, Baba Florica."
Baba Florica narrowed her eyes at him. "And were there other choros who helped you?"
"No, Baba Florica. I acted alone."
A blatant lie. The other boys of the circus had helped him carry out the theft. Dick wasn't a baro moy, though. His teammates wouldn't rat him out if they had been the ones pulled into Baba Florica's caravan.
The old woman raised an eyebrow at him, her dark eyes twinkling with mirth. "I suppose that is why three other children have cookies stuffed in their pockets?"
Idiots.
Dick groaned, hanging his head. "I should've just said no when Skylar offered," he mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair. "This whole operation is a disaster."
Baba Florica laughed softly, reaching for his hand. "You are not cut out for the life of a thief, my ves'tacha," she said, smiling. "You might wish to stay in acrobatics."
Dick nodded, squeezing Baba Florica's withered hand. "Or I should get better thieving partners."
The old woman laughed again. "I imagine your mother is going to be thrilled at the very thought of your future career in thievery."
A/N: Sooo I saw something about Dick Grayson being half Romani, and thought it would be cool if there was an old Romani woman living in the circus he was in before his parents died. And this happened.
Choro- thief
Baro moy- big mouth, or gossip
ves'tacha- beloved.
I really like this character. The thought of an old woman berating Robin has a certain amount of hilarity attached to it.