"I'm blaming the Shining God and whatever Chaos Gate did." Dick follows him in, shutting the door behind them and taking a look around. He sets down the helmet on a stable surface, unzipping his bike jacket. He doesn't take it off yet, though. "There's been a lot of weird stuff happening since then."

He doesn't offer help yet. Bruce is the kind who needs things to do but doesn't always like help. "But the problem with not knowing how this started also means you don't know how long it will last."