"It knows when it's me," he says rather nonchalantly, scooting forward some in the seat and taking a look at things. "I don't know how else to explain it. But it's from here, yeah." Because the Batmobile definitely can't do any of that back in his Gotham. There's a certain sort of... connection between the shadows the Batmobile hides in and the shadows Bruce can seemingly manipulate. The Batmobile isn't Kitt by any means, but. It's not as if Bruce is constantly keeping the shadows on either, so. He's still figuring the whole having powers thing suddenly out anyways.

Clicking a few more things, he looks over to Dick. "No," said flatly. "I was just making sure we're good to go." At that, he crawls his way over the seats and for the passenger one, dropping himself down into it with a slight huff, eyeing Dick a little after.

"You know how to drive it?"