[Dick knows very well that Tim's self-worth is pretty low. He's doing his best to help there. But there's a LOT that needs work.]

[He crouches down, picking up Haley and giving her a scratch behind the ears as he straightens and heads toward the couch.]

Thanks. It's the work of... [A pause.] Honestly, probably somebody you don't know yet. Mr. Terrific. And yes, he lives up to the name. Made to protect from gunshots, though there's some limited protection from blades as well. But if they're close enough for knives, they're close enough for me to smack them around, too.