He turned easily, tumbling down to land on his feet. "Oh, we try to keep their side of the cave untouched. I can show you the best places to watch them when they go off for the evening, though! It's a sight. Bruce ever tell you that they hated me for a whole two months while I climbed around their sleeping lairs and treated them for white nose? He's not the only one who gets grumpy at having his sleep disturbed."
Yeah, Dick was a lot of things--animal lover was a definite, especially when he was willing to climb around upside on a precarious cave ceiling just to tediously medicate hundreds of hibernating, unhappy chiroptera.
But he knew she wasn't here for bats at all. Well, not actual bats. He mopped at his sweaty hair with a towel, one eye closing as he grinned. "Thanks! Got all the stitches out and everything." Then more seriously. "Thank you. For helping to purge everything from the media. I can't..." Awkwardness suddenly. "Uh, well, that would have been the worse thing. Especially for the kids." Sam, Sin, none of them needed the downfall that could have come about by his identity being revealed without Barbara's and Maria's swift race to kill any image associated to Dick Grayson. And Dick would have been furious if anyone had argued to see it done.
Protecting the family had been way more important than preserving anything else. Even young photos of him with his parents.
"So, what brings you down here aside from the snappy air?" He paced away to find his shirt. Not to necessarily cover his torso. Mostly to cover the bandages.