She nodded when he mentioned the broadcast. "Saw yellow thing. Ugly. Looked like cater ... caterpull ... caterpiller. Talked a lot."
"Yes. Lot of work. Balance ... is off. Taller, heavier." She gestured at the three of them, collectively. "All of us different. Move different. Retrain." She pointed at the gym and sparring area. From the looks of things, Bruce might have the hardest time getting in fighting shape; he not only seemed to lack any of the muscle tone of his adult self, he probably lacked the muscle memory. That was even more important, because he could carry all of his usual head knowledge of what to do in a fight, but it would be useless if his body couldn't put it to use.
Then communicators started going off. Cass sprinted to her Batsuit -- managing to keep her balance this time -- and checked hers. "It's Babs." Holding the communicator up to her ear, she played Barbara's text message, which the device converted to voice format for her benefit. "She's been aff ... affected. Must ... be young, then."
She replied with her own voice mail. She figured Babs might know what was happening. She was smart. She knew things.
Then when Babs replied, she put the communicator on speaker so Bruce and Damian could hear it. Babs used big words that maybe the two of them might be able to understand.
But she certainly understood the "be at the ready" part.