{Tim's eyebrow arches at Dick's reluctance to speak. Something has got to be bad if he's cushioning it like this, but the corner of his mouth is twitching, too. It could almost be a smile. If Dick's got a lair and he's inclined to share Tim might not have to bunk down with strangers and get absolutely no sleep after all.}

I can handle a ride. Nothing's broken. {He's bruised and cut to hell and back, probably suffering from a lack of nutrients, too, but he doesn't actually have any broken bones.

He slings the bag he'd commandeered for his suit over his back and gets on the back of the bike with the ease of long practice.}

I got a text from Damian and Jonathan Kent, who said Clark and Lois were here. Anyone else we know?

{ooc: Added! Thank you =3 }