No, it's okay. [And for a minute, he was sort of surprised at how easy that had been to say. He didn't like talking about it, but now that it was kind of out there, it wasn't as hard to try and think of things to say. Maybe he really had just needed someone to push him in that direction.]

We just... don't talk about this kind of thing. Back home, I mean. [Not that he really had a problem with that, necessarily. It was something he'd come to accept was just how his weird family unit functioned. He knew it was really unhealthy, probably, but they were vigilantes who, for the most part, had gotten into the business because of personal tragedy and a desire for revenge that had turned into something more selfless.

He shrugged, trying to elaborate on his previous answer.] When I finally told Bruce about what happened with Blockbuster, there was this... crisis. The universe almost ended, I almost died, and we kind of just needed some time off after. So, if I'd wanted to talk about it, other stuff kinda got in the way. [He frowned, rubbing at his chest for a moment where the near fatal injury had been. That had been scary, choking on blood with Tim screaming over him and Bruce... somewhere else. He didn't really remember a lot of what had happened, honestly.]