[Yeah, okay he didn't think that was going to work, but he had to at least try, right? His hand is stiff at his side, ready to launch a batarang at any attack the kid might throw his way... only nothing comes. Sure, the kid looks like he's ready to punch him at a moments notice, but he's already proven he can do that, so the fact he hasn't has to be proving something right?

It's just as well he's not attacking (for Terry's sake), as it takes him a moment to recover from the whole "son of Batman" declaration. This must be a the other guy, the guy here, situation, because there was no way his Bruce had a kid. He squints a bit to finally get a good look at the kid who just chased him up here.]

You definitely have the old man's.... intense thing down, I'll give you that.

[Not to mention the facial expressions. He's half tempted to grimace an apology at the kid's scowl despite the fact he knows he hasn't actually done anything wrong. With his expression unreadable beneath the cowl, he instead holds up his arms in mock surrender and swallows back a deep sigh.]

In case you haven't noticed, I have no desire to fight you! Newsflash: we're on the same side!