[ Terry doesn't realize he's holding his breath, not until Dick sweeps the phone over his arm and it doesn't show anything. There's relief in the way his shoulders relax and in how he exhales. ]
See? You were worried for nothing.
[ Maybe for a minute, Terry's forgotten he's got two arms. Because for that minute, he doesn't bring the left one any closer. He's right handed. If there was going to be a tracker in him, it'd be...knowing Bruce, it'd be where he wouldn't think to look for it. Like the arm of his non dominant hand. And that thought steels his resolve. Dick was wrong. He had to be. He moves his arm closer, watches with a wary eye as it sweeps over his arm.
And when it begins to beep, just below his wrist, he doesn't know what to do or say or think. It's all just static. ]
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See? You were worried for nothing.
[ Maybe for a minute, Terry's forgotten he's got two arms. Because for that minute, he doesn't bring the left one any closer. He's right handed. If there was going to be a tracker in him, it'd be...knowing Bruce, it'd be where he wouldn't think to look for it. Like the arm of his non dominant hand. And that thought steels his resolve. Dick was wrong. He had to be. He moves his arm closer, watches with a wary eye as it sweeps over his arm.
And when it begins to beep, just below his wrist, he doesn't know what to do or say or think. It's all just static. ]