He's not hiding; the world knows exactly where he is. Too many people behave as though it revolves around him for the case to be otherwise. He's waiting, because he is going to find Dick today. He remembers when he got here, seeing his network posts and finding where he'd been working - left only days before Bruce's arrival. It was a bittersweet blessing, and now he wonders if that young man would even recognize him. All these lives shuffled like a deck of cards thrown into the wind to create all these universes.

Waiting, because he's heading towards something inevitable.

"I've been in therapy," he murmurs eventually, his low voice coiling with the soft morning quiet. "Here, I mean."