Dick may get used to Terry, but Terry was almost certain he wasn't gonna be able to get used to Dick. He honestly didn't know how to react. He was pretty sure he'd over reacted on the boards. Lately everything had been a sensitive issue with him. He hated it and knew he needed to work on whatever was causing his latest almost constant stream of panic attacks but he didn't know where to start. Ever since he was forced to kill that whacked out alternate Bat everything was heightened. His awareness, his stress levels, he rarely ate. Rarely slept. Always avoided the subject if it was brought up.As if he was being prepared for a full emotional shut down or something.

Terry had been working out in the caves when the monitor on the bat computer warned him of a break in. He'd been fighting a simulation-one that was designed for Bruce, one that nearly took him out. It stopped instantly once the silent warnings went off. Terry knelt for a second to catch his breath, it was painful. He needed to get back into shape. It wasn't like the bad things were going to wait for him to feel better. Forcing himself up he Headed back toward the manors living quarters and inside where he heard the voice. "Must be Dick Grayson." He tried not to sound cold. In all honesty it was more like surprise. Though his face didn't show it.

He was dressed in workout clothes. Using a towel from his shoulder he whipped some sweat from his brow. Terry looked alot like Bruce, same crystal blue eyes, black slightly mussed hair. Same build. Just..obviously smaller. Younger features. "Dunno where Bruce is." Terry shrugged. Roy liked him for some reason, so maybe he could at least try. For Roy's sake if any.