Nightwing..the nightwing. That was what he was talking about. He could deal with that for a while, but he was still devastated that his suit was gone. It just wasn't the same. In his world he would have just asked Bruce for the spare. But that was in the far future..and he sighed at the idea that he might not get another suit like that one. Where was Max when he needed her?
Raising a brow at the Eskirma sticks now that was old school. He was used to technology, and he tried not to sigh and totally reject the idea. The back of his mind protested but these days he was getting better at hiding his real feelings. He just forced a grin. "If you say so."
Finally he stood and followed her inside with his arms folded a little crossly. Lack of sleep finally catching up with him.