[That got another grin out of the vigilante. Even if it wasn't really a compliment - because seriously them could be anyone, including apparently psycho Aztecs who wanted to rip your hearts out - he still totally understood the compulsion.] After what just happened? I don't blame you.

[He shrugged, looking down hesitantly at the bed. He was pretty sure if he actually got comfortable he'd fall asleep, and lying down and talking about his problems kind of made this feel like therapy. And Dick wasn't really into that.] I'm okay. What did you want to talk about?