[She deserved to get her ear chewed on a little for giving out his phone number. He was still mad at Bruce, after all. Dick, a little less so, but where one went, the other was sure to follow.

Still, he huffed a small laugh and shook his head as he started to clean up everything he'd used.]

You weren't bagged when I brought you here, what good would bagging you now do? Besides, it's just a safehouse. I can burn it and be in the wind by morning.