The fact that Terry got himself out of the tower at all must have said something about his skill level as Batman. Bruce had been the one who trained him after all to think his way out of tricks and traps. That place was locked up like a fortress. If he could do that with his mind in it's current state just imagine what he was capable of when he was thinking with a clear head.
He didn't turn. Not even as Bruce spoke. "He's right here.." Of coarse he wasn't. It was only a memory playing out in Terry's mind. A nightmare manifest. It really shouldn't have been much of a surprise that Terry returned to the place where he lost himself. Where he lost his identity. He was trying to find it again. When Bruce came closer he finally turned to the side and looked up at him. "I can't go back there.." Lost eyes met with Bruce's.
The teen flinched as Bruce moved forward and he frowned, deep worry lines written on his face. If he'd been any ordinary criminal sitting there with an infuriated Dark Knight they would have known they were fucked. Terry on the other hand was barely responsive.