Bruce rubbed his temples, leaning back against the wall. This was going to be a long night. There were very old memories he had to revisit now, whether he wanted to or not. It was difficult. "Plans.. changed." He wasn't sure what would have happened if the vortex hadn't taken him out of this world. He might have returned home after a few months of soul searching. He might have gotten himself killed somewhere. He couldn't say, it was so long ago.
He turned to Dick, his brow furrowing slightly. He had questions to ask. Things were coming back. Jason had been hurt. "Are they all right?" he asked before addressing the question. He took a breath, fighting to ignore the pain in his head. "Trying to make things better." It was a lame answer, but he was struggling to keep his head clear.