He shrugged. Even without the weapons and tools Terry still thought Bruce could win. Maybe it was just wishful thinking but he'd seen how resourceful Wayne could be. And in his prime? He'd seen it once, in his time for a while. When Bruce's birthday came around and he took the dive into those pits. And then now...when Bruce came to save him from the Joker-he saw how agile he was, how strong. And his confidence in Wayne was higher than ever.
"They all are Curare, Old Ra's himself...they still exist in my Gotham. " He explained, which wasn't very good for any of them, because he was from the far future. From 2040. Still the Ra's were around. Undefeated until Curare came around, and he won.
"Who raised you then?" Listening to her talk the way she did, fight the way she did..it made him grateful for his own family, for what he had. Though it didn't really show in his face or actions- what he had wasn't half bad..it hadn't been easy for him growing up while his parents were divorcing and he got involved in Gotham's worst gangs at the time, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He had a family who loved him.