And so he did. He explained the wibbly wobbly time warp dance they'd just done, the apocalypse ahead, and the general things that were not good about this world that they'd been brought to. The entire time watching Batman carefully, trying to assess whether or not the man was going to wave him as a psycho or accept it for truth. Judging by the look on his face of course he couldn't tell one way or the other. It was Batman. He didn't show emotion in the field. Why should Dick have accepted anything different just because they were headed for the end of the world as they knew it? Still-a little something would have been grand.
He didn't hold his breath. His arms folded uncomfortably as he waited for Batman's reaction. That was always the worst part. The waiting while he decided what he was going to do. The silence. Dick hated silence, that was why he talked so much whenever he got the chance. Silence gave him time to think on the past and everything that was going on, and he remembered one of Bruce's first lessons. You could either dwell on the past, or do something about it in the future.
He needed something, anything. "So, time travel. It's also 2012 incase I missed that part and you're from some other time. Yeah, that happens." He tried to grin, but it was forced. Being with Batman was difficult. Bruce was supposed to be his father but they'd hardly really gotten there. Alfred had always been the one who really provided him with that fatherly feeling. He wondered how he was. If Bruce was here, and he was here, was Alfred alone? He didn't even want to think about that. Alfred deserved better.