Terry knew this would somehow come back to bite him. But as long as it made an impact and worked the effort wasn't wasted. He didn't always act like he cared about Bart or Virgil, hell any of them. But he did. Actions spoke louder than words. He didn't know how to verbalize how he felt toward them but from time to time he showed it. Words lost meaning if one used them enough.
" good job. You figured it out. Brilliant minds like yours should be working at NASA." he quipped sarcastically. His eyes narrowed dangerously. " we don't kill. The Justice League, Batman, or me." he added as he pushed open the window and touched a button on his arm. For a minute it let off an eerie red glow. His plane beneath the window hovered closer and he looked back at the batterang being returned to him. Damien was a strange dude. Terry couldn't read him but it didn't show. He was happy to have a full cowl, had he worn the nightwing suit scary might have been harder to pull off. Reaching for the weapon he stood on the window ledge. " Do whatever you want to me but leave my team alone." with that Terry jumped gracefully into the cockpit of the waiting craft and flew back into the night sky.