Dick didn't want to seem like he didn't want to see Terry although that seemed impossible. "Yes, Dick Grayson. Pleasure to meet you," he smiled and held out his hand toward Terry. "I'm sure we'll get along." Well eventually they would get along, probably. He could see Bruce in the boy, his eyes and his hair. It was odd to see those features in anyone that wasn't Bruce Wayne but that didn't change the fact that they were there.

Dick looked up and he stood straight. He knew immediately who was standing there. It was Bruce, boy did he look so much younger it was sort of weird to see him like that. If it were his Bruce he would have looked happy to see him but his smile faded. Even looking at Bruce he knew that he wasn't really home. He wondered if he would even be allowed to stay in the manor. He could always find somewhere else. "I think I found him," he said to Bruce looking past Terry. "Dick Grayson."