"That's the last thing I need," she matched his smile and shook her head. "Two of you running around, dressing in black, and brooding in caves. Not to mention, Bruce deserves an Oscar for the fronts he puts up sometimes. He's more damaged than you'd think, Terry." She barely put up with Bruce and his moods sometimes and she wasn't prepared to see someone so young be effected in the same way.
Babs reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, looking slightly more serious now. "There's only one Bruce, and he is a great man. But none of us can end up like him. We're not-- That's not us." She almost considered it her job to make sure that none of them did end up like Bruce in the end. There had been times when she'd felt that she was the only thing standing between Dick and that plateau. She still worried about Tim, even though he was home and she was here.
"I always ask him if he wants to talk and I've been getting the same 'no' for years," Babs said with a sigh. "You, on the other hand... talk to me, Terry. It's hard, it hurts, but you have to. Or else, and I know this better than anyone, you're just going to shut down."