[ Terry can't help himself; he smirks at Dick. ]

I believe that. You look like a heartbreaker.

[ There'd been something between Dick and Barbara back home, though it evidently fizzled out. She was never forthcoming with the details and for once, Terry didn't think it was his place to ask anything about it. Life happens. Sometimes things don't work out. And that's as satisfying an answer as any. It really just means he wasn't surprised to notice something happening between them here. Or that it had ended. He's once again content to let those sleeping dogs lie.

He follows Dick into the bathroom, plops down on the toilet and lowers his head so Dick can get a look at the gash back there. The sharp pain had long since dulled into a low, persistent ache. He isn't forgetting he's been hit in the head any time soon. But there's no real headache to speak of. Just a concentrated bit of pain where he'd been hit. ]

Wayne's got a pretty steady hand, actually.

[ He's patched him up more than once. Terry's picked up a few things but when the injury's harder to reach, Bruce is the one to do it. ]

The suit is usually pretty good about absorbing a lot of damage though. I don't get hurt too often.