Honestly he hadn't either. He'd tried to fix everything by himself, not wanting to put false hope in people he didn't know, people who didn't understand them. When he tried to reach out to them he got hit down and felt more than a little rejected. Terry at one point thought they were trying, but he really didn't know. He still felt like an outsider. Maybe it was just a bat-thing, but it was a thing that he couldn't just ignore and hope for the best with. He tried to be a normal kid, do things that they would do and he was reprimanded. Terry wasn't sure what to do. Hiding away in that manor sounded nice, except when that guy was there.
"I did everything wrong." Maybe he wasn't being very understanding. Everyone had been in mourning, or wallowing in grief and he tried to help. It only had the opposite affect. Part of him wanted to go back to Gotham, at least there things made sense. Even thinking about it made him a little cynical. But the other knew things wouldn't be the same. Bruce was here. One who'd accepted him as he was. Records, flaws, and all. He felt more close to him than he ever had. He cared for Wayne back home, but there had always been so much distance between them. It was different. Not bad, but different.
Terry was quiet after that. Just soaking in the comfort. For the first time two weeks feeling something other than heart ache and pain. When he felt Bruce leave, even if it wasn't completely he frowned but he met the gaze with a slightly uncertain one.
"How?" He finally worked up the nerve to ask. Trusted his voice enough not to fall apart. "He's strong. But he's not all that smart. If my ribs weren't broken.."Terry trailed off and decided it was better that Bruce didn't know how it happened. Exactly anyway. He might mention Kal, but..later. "Anyway, he didn't expect me to be able to keep up with him. I think I was able to throw him off. You...I'm gonna guess that he knows your moves."