...there's a part of Dick's brain that's pretty proud of himself for picking the most sane explanation. That's not usually how he rolls but if it means less stabbing, he's all for it. Or attempted stabbing. He'd rather not see how well his boots do against this guy's weapons.

"Well, that's pretty much how it went down."

He makes his way over to Sir Apparently-Rides-A-Lot and holds up a hand.

"Dick."

And then, just to make sure-

"Grayson. My name is Dick Grayson."