"You didn't win because of the power of logic. You won because you were hurt and I was scared I was going to lose you." Dick held back a yawn after he said this, then yawned anyway because his body wasn't about to take any lip about how much oxygen it needed to continue. "More than anything, that's what gave me gray hairs. It's no wonder Bruce fired me."
They walked on for a bit, the chaos fading slightly as they approached their neighborhood, saving whatever people there were that needed saving. "Look, our building's still there. Power's probably out. Water might be on, with any luck. Guess that means that Bruce and Alfred won't have another visitor anytime soon."