[At the apology, he managed a well practiced forced smile that was pretty convincing by this point. It was a move he'd been practicing since he was a kid. It had been a vital survival skill to learn while being dragged around functions with Bruce for meet and greets with other Gotham royalty. There was only so much cheek pinching and "poor dears" he could take..] It's okay. I guess it does sound kind of ridiculous when you just... say it like that.

[The question caught him sort of off guard. He looked at her curiously for a moment before shrugging slightly.] Sure.

[He sat up carefully, wincing again as he tugged off his worn t-shirt at college, and he balled it up in his hand. Aside from the usual mass of scars, his chest and shoulders were covered in bruises and bandages from his attempts at evading the Aztecs. Most of Hayley's original patch jobs had been exchanged for new bandages, and he had an impressive mass of bruises along his ribcage from the blow that had caught him off guard enough to get whacked in the head.]