Dick shrugged. "Oh, they shriek and..." A small shrug. "Bite."
That was the big question now, and obviously one that had been weighing on him, because he tipped his head back, rolled it forward and cupped the back of his neck, pacing and eyeing his bare toes. "Well... It's a mask forever. I can't visit, not openly. Staying down here... ugh... My complexion." He grimaced playfully, but it wasn't entirely all play. The thought of staying trapped in one spot... It wouldn't drive just him nuts. He would drive everyone else nuts as well. "Or run away to the circus?"
More jests on top of a serious matter. He'd obviously been thinking about it, though. More he was probably waiting for Bruce to suggest to him what could be done, what would favor them at that point. Staying low for a while was just a definite, though, giving everyone time to untangle the media, process how they needed to behave concerning Bruce' eldest adoptee.