Terry knew the others were reluctant to accept him as the batman. He didn't blame them, because he wasn't the original. There would always be reluctance in his corner. The annoying part was that his own new 'family' had problems with it too. Not only was it strangers, it was people he was supposed to trust. The only one who seemed to accept him in the cowl was Barbara. Even Wayne was hesitant, which he shouldn't have been surprised about either. Bruce very nearly shut down the suit he was in after he stole it the very first night he was out. Nearly threw him out of the mansion by his shirt collar like he was some kid who wanted to play dress up.
He didn't expect the others to take him seriously, especially after his run in with the Joker leaving him unstable and erratic. That didn't mean he wasn't annoyed beyond all reason. So just like any day he was headed for the holo room. Unaware it was already occupied by the person didn't understand the most.
That was sort of his style, look without leaping. It rarely did wrong-except in this city. But he did learn something from it at least, so not all was lost. Pushing open the door to the holo-room he blinked as he heard the sounds of the simulations running, and winced. Probably should have checked the monitors. But like Babs had said, in this job there were alot of ifs, whatif's, and wishes. He tried not to let those thoughts bother him as he folded his arms and watched her quietly. Drawing no attention to himself. She was really pretty good. Trained...he had training, but his style looked nothing like hers. His was more rough, cut from the streets.