"I'm not good with..." Bruce trailed off and made a gesture with his hand. Talking things out? Expressing how he felt about things? He was a shallow, unfocused person and he'd never had any real, deep relationships with people. His parents were pretty much it. Alfred. He liked Fox, but he didn't honestly know how much Lucius respected him. In his dreams he screwed it up with the Robins. This wasn't a dream. Blake was a real, live person who'd had a crappy childhood. Bruce didn't want to screw it up.
"It's not cheating. You're making use of the resources available to you. Believe me, you're at disadvantage enough - your body, gravity, everything is going to work against you out there. You're determined - that's what makes you a hero. Not the suit."