I'll call Bruce.
Dick: Is he stable?
Dawn: For the moment. Whatever they shot him with left something behind. Some sort of toxin.
Dick: Maybe we should take him to a hospital.
Bruce: Genius. A nice, quiet place where they can finish him off.
Kory: The boy has special abilities.
Dawn: Yeah, I think he's safest here.
Dawn: I think you should call Bruce. He catalogs these things. He might know who he is.
Bruce: Hello? Hey, Dick. Oh, sure. I can look the kid up. I just realized what your special skill is. The thing that makes you the natural leader in this group. You're the only one with my phone number.
Dick: I'll call Bruce.