Of course he was going to play dumb. He knew they knew the secret; he'd seen their faces in the profiles Bruce kept. But there was hostility, even if the context was missing, Terry would have to not be paying attention to not sense it. He grunted softly as Dick's hand wedged his chin up. It started as an ache in his neck, but turned sharp and uncomfortable when the strain irritated the tender spot on his back where he'd been shot. "Then do it. I'm not telling you anything." Said through gritted teeth. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he'd protect Bruce. That's what Robins do.

And it wasn't like he had to. Jason knew where to look for him. Knew how to look for him and when Terry heard his name, he felt his stomach drop. He glared when his face was revealed. They knew his name already. Of course they'd want a face to go with it. But he's defiant. Whatever their problem was with Bruce? It had nothing to do with him. He wasn't Dick or Jason or Tim. And he wasn't trying to be. He was just a kid trying to make a difference in Gotham. Bruce had been the one to give him the chance.

No way in hell he'd ever betray that.

The change in Dick's tone caught him off guard though. He figured Dick would be mad, like Jason had been when he chucked the cowl across the room. He figured he'd have to tell them to go fuck themselves because they'd ask him to do something dumb in exchange for his freedom. But it didn't come. It never came. He was safe.

"I know who you are." Terry's hands curled into fists against the restraints. Maybe under better circumstances he would have said it was good to meet them. But all things considered, it hadn't been so far.

"There's trackers in this suit. Batman will find me."

And then they would be sorry. So would he, in hindsight. But not as sorry as these guys.