"Working on it," Bruce muttered. "Mojo hijacked the servers, so using for anything is going to require a scrub. I'm trying to backtack, but it's just looping. I suspect magic." The disdain in his voice was evident.
He was simultaneously texting a number of different people, getting a head count of whom had been affected and who hadn't. He glanced over Barbara's texts as they came in, but didn't respond right away in the midst of everything else he was doing. "I'll get to her in a moment," he told Cassandra. "I'm asking my contacts outside the Batfamily if they have any intel on Mojo. So far, no one knows any more than we do."
Bruce grunted an answer to the training suggestion. It was a good suggestion, but not his priority at the moment. He knew his skills were good; he trusted them. Even as a sixteen year old, he'd been in excellent condition. He needed to train though, to get his strength up. His adult body was much stronger, his reflexes faster. "In a minute," he agreed, finally answering Barbara's text.