Terry flinched and nearly turned away. If this were his plane? It would have an autopilot that he could turn on to make it back up and move it away. But this was Bruce's car, he doubted it had the same handy function. He missed his plane, so much. At the moment though he was glad it wasn't here. It would only be in ruins again, and he'd have to mourn it all over. That wouldn't be fun, not at all. Losing it once was hard enough.
He frowned. "I'm not explaining every word I say to you Kal." Humor lost in his eyes as he stepped forward. "Who the hell is little Dicky?" A pause as he smirked and actually chuckled. "You think I'm Dick Grayson? Cute." Terry was just gonna let him keep thinking that. "I've been waiting all day for this Clarky." Terry mused, this one didn't deserve to be called Kal. In his hand now exposed, balled into a fist was a tiny shard of green Kryptonite. Terry threw his fist straight at Kal's jaw.