Terry frowned, this was going to be a bit harder than he thought. Maybe ...he even misjudged him. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Unlike The Batman, Terry was still young. He was still a teenager and though most of the time he was calm and collected he was impatient, and thick headed.
He couldn't let himself be distracted by taunting words, yet he felt his blood boiling until he tried to force himself to calm down. Fingertips squeezing into a fist.
"Batman." He advanced on Dexter, so much for his quiet night. "Why can't you just want to take over the world like the other sickos?" He could handle that. This was something completely different. Dexter looked normal enough, looked like he could pass for a regular person, which made it difficult for Terry to attack him. He was being overly cautious. Misjudging him.