I don't blame you, Wally was quite a handful at twelve. I'm not sure I want to be living with him. [He was mostly kidding, and admittedly, he didn't actually know that first hand. They didn't call themselves the Teen Titans for nothing. Plus depowered Wally would be easier to handle then a junior speedster, so really, he didn't have a lot he should be complaining about.

Effectively tearing apart a house while looking for something wasn't exactly far out of his range of abilities in the slightest, and while part of him was kind of looking forward to finding out more about the place they'd been dumped into, the other part of him was wondering if this was kind of... invasive. Sure, he was doing it because he didn't want Costigan popping pills while he wasn't around, and the inmate had made a good point as to why he probably shouldn't be involved in the search, but Dick didn't really want to be rifling through his other life. He started heading out of the room.] I'll let you know if I find anything interesting. You think you still go by Bill here?