Nightwing jumped out the window and onto his waiting bike, in a move that would have be showoffy if he hadn't actually been in a hurry. Eventually he was going to have to tell someone, if Carrie didn't first. There wasn't much chance of that, though. Alfred would be hurt they hadn't told him, at least until he explained the situation.
Jason would be amused. Hard to tell how Cass would react, probably just confused by all the fuss. Tim would want honeymoon video, the pervert, and his younger self would probably just hope it didn't get back to Kory. As for Bruce--
"Bruce!" Nightwing stopped the motorcycle in the middle of the street, which was quite a feat since he was going at seventy miles per hour. Bruce knew. He'd been acting weird since they got back from vacation. How would he know? Did they call him? Did someone write him? Why didn't the bastard say anything?
"Call Bruce," he commanded his headset. It automatically dialed Wayne Manor, instead of Bruce's personal number that he reserved for business dealings, or the one he reserved for Batman. There are so many versions of Bruce Wayne, he wanted to make sure to yell at the right one.
"--I got it, Al! Hello, Wayne Manor, Dick speaking."
It was always weird speaking to his younger, different-universe self. "Let me talk to Bruce," Nightwing demanded. Weirdness could wait.
"He's not here right now, Nightwing," said his other self.
"Where is he?"
"Don't know. He's not answering either phone, so probably off being Matches Malone or something. You know how he does."