"Yeah. I have to go to the store and get supplies for the myself and the person who is going in with me. They aren't as good with things as the rest of the people around here are. I said I'd help them out." Since Dick didn't have anyone he really knew that well, he felt like it would be good to help out someone who might need it. He'd also met the... hellspawn, as the creature/person, Angel referred to himself as the first day he got here. Being eight feet tall, flexible, with four arms couldn't hurt their position in the maze either. There were a few good attributes Angel came with.

That was all Dick had, Jason and barely a Tim. He didn't have a clue about the girls, and only knew Damian by way of things here. He'd been a little harsh earlier and felt bad about it now. He looked softly back at the younger robin. Damnit. He'd go over and apologize, but he wasn't sure it'd go over well currently. His stupid pride would kill him one day.

He was half way into assuming the role of Batman as it was, but he'd never take on the mantle. That wasn't a person he wanted to be. Ever. He was far too focused on things here now to even go back to that world for the time being. If he started worrying now, he'd never stop. There were too many variables.

"Breathing room. I take it he hasn't had a smooth journey. Are there things I should know about? Maybe? I mean, as much as any of us know about one another? My Jason is the Red Hood, but it's ... alrightish between us right this minute." He moves a little and pats the large armrest on his chair, inviting her to sit. He knows she can probably stand forever, but he'll get a stiff neck.