[Dick lets out a sort of stuttering laugh.] Should I just... throw rocks through his window with nasty things about Bruce written on them? Leave phone messages ranting about Bruce? [He makes the same noise.] I don't even have his number. The only time we even really run into each other is on the job, where... other concerns have to come first.

[And there's that noise again, bordering on a sob.] This... this is the first time I've admitted it like that. I don't. Really know what to do with it.