[ Dick's gaze lifts apologetically to Terry's face before he lowers the tweezers to the tiny cut. he kept it tight, just a few small millimeters wide, little more than absolutely necessary to get the rice grain of a tracker out. ]

You know the answer to that. People behave differently when they know they're being watched, and you don't wear the suit all the time, are you? When you're at school, when you're at home. Out with friends, if you still have any of those--

[ the bouncing leg, the tension quivering through Terry's words. Dick lifts the tweezers again, takes a nice deep breath he hopes calms Terry as much as it helps him. ]

Stop that. Stay still.

[ he doesn't like this conversation, either, but they need to have it. this is something he's been through before. first, with himself. then, with Jason. Barbara, who was always smarter and had more of Bruce figured out much before he did. of course, the paralysis helped that along.

Dick quiets as he picks up some gauze to swipe away the maroon pooling at the cut. Steadily, he pushes the tweezers into Terry's skin, eyes laser-focused as blood oozes along the metal. ]

A tracker in you, where even you don't know, is the most secure way to find you if someone were to get their hands on you.

[ he finds the device and pulls it out, drops it onto the tray with a metallic little chink. ]

That's probably what he would say, anyway.