"Ah, well, that does explain matters, doesn't it? Strange that most people disappear with little if any notice, and yet you managed to write a note, but I am not surprised. I've been informed that you are, in fact, the Goddamn Batman, which likely assists in such matters." Depending on how long he'd been gone, it was possible that Bruce wouldn't know why he was supposed to feel guilty, but that would come sooner or later.
Dick walked back in and sat down near Bruce. "Couldn't get anyone. Well. I called Ollie, but he had a redhead screaming in the background about chili and her mouth being on fire, so I don't know if he got the message." He rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned to Bruce. "So what were you doing in Gotham for the past... twenty, thirty years?" Dick had never been afraid to speak his mind to Bruce, and wasn't going to stop now that he was an old man.