Terry rolled his eyes at the second assimilation accusation. "Okay, okay. I admit it. Assimilated. You got me. But the old man isn't around to give me my paycheck so I had to do something. Something more than beating up bad guys and not getting paid for it." He sighed, thinking he had it easy back in Gotham. Not that he had thought so before. School was a breeze compared to having to clean up after people. Maybe he'd make an extra special effort to stay awake and pay attention in class if he ever managed to get back home.
"Anyway, I have a purpose in mind. I'm working for Wayne Enterprises. Here. In not-Gotham. Doesn't that blow your mind a little?" Maybe it was because he had his share of strange experiences before being pulled into the 1960s, but he found this other Wayne Enterprises to be more interesting than anything else he had found in the city. That's why he had agreed to do custodial work. He wanted the opportunity to explore.
"But no. I have no idea," he replied. "Believe me, I tried everything I could think of. Wore out my rocket boots in the process. We're stuck." He hadn't given up fully yet - he was hanging onto the idea that he would find a way home, probably by accident. It was just a matter of when. But until then, they weren't going anywhere. "I won't give up, though."
Terry glanced at the message board and smiled. "If you didn't find it after destroying it like you did, it probably doesn't exist." After everything he had seen and personally experienced, Terry wasn't as quick to discount magic. "Besides, do circuit boards even exist in 1964? You know better than me." He had slept through most of his history classes. "And, by the way, everyone in the city can read what you put on there, so you may not want to brag about getting to see the inside of the Batmobile," he informed her, still smiling. "People will get jealous."