[ Nightwing really is out of sorts. Even the acknowledgment of his existence doesn't do much to settle his worry; that jump, and the way he's looking at him--

Tim, for the first time, gets an inkling of how much he's actually come to mean to Dick. Though he skirts around the word (brothers), because he wouldn't ever assume too much, and Tim kind of invited himself in, after all, it's there, quiet but insistent. Rather than waving off the attention, he lets the other check him over, shaking his head at the questions. ]

Just knocked around some. Had a few run-ins with way too many man-eaters.

[ Killer Croc, Orca, King Shark... If he included Charaxes, there's a disturbing trend of too many things trying to eat him. ]

Mostly, I'm hungry as all get-out. We were trapped down in the Aqua Block so long I was starting to think King Shark was looking like shark fin soup.

[ Eating the man-eaters. Bad joke. He's really got to work on his humor. ]

Is -- is everyone okay?

[ Bruce, especially. The worry in Tim's eyes speaks volumes -- if Dick is this bad off, Bruce must be really, really bad. ]