"I did," Dick smirked, "find you, after the whole identity leak happened, I mean. You caught me when I jumped off a building and then told me not to make it weird when I swooned." It was an ongoing thing. Dick wasn't exactly subtle with the version of Clark - Kal - he knew back home. He just hoped this version would find it as endearing as the other one did. And making it weird was kind of just what Dick did with the Justice League. But it was at the very least a genuine smile peaking through his expression and lighting up his eyes. "I knew you were there, though. I wouldn't have jumped if you hadn't been... y'know, there."
He gave Kal a soft shrug, though, not seeming to be terribly bothered by all the a lot he'd been through. There were things that stuck a little harder than others, but all in all he had an impressive ability to just cope with the superhero lifestyle. Like he'd been made for it. He could walk through hell and come out with a smile and the opinion that he was better for having the experience. "I have a lot of amazing friends I never would have met if I hadn't been Robin, or Nightwing, or whatever other costume I've put on over the years." Not that he'd gotten a lot out of being Batman, but at least it had formed a bond with Damian. He wouldn't trade that for anything.
"I hope so too, though. I can't imagine that another version of me wouldn't also look up to you with the same kind of awe I remember always having. I mean... you're Superman," he said, lowering his voice to a bit of a whisper when he said the final word. "That really cool."