He looks up at him stonily. For once, he wants to argue that he isn't damaged. But he'd flaunted his flaws when he'd been 'Prince of Gotham'; compared to his mind now, he had been the epitome of sanity then.

Besides, he can ignore a hell of a lot. He nods, and leans against the wall.

"I understand we can't get Fox yet. But if you find Alfred, if you can't get him here right off, just- tell him I'm all right. Please."