[Focused on the task at hand, Dick barely looks away. He knows better than to fuck up something that belongs to Bruce, especially something as important as the batmobile. He's worked on one before, and Dick knows that it can mean the difference between life and death-- maybe not here, but he would never intentionally do anything to make it run inefficiently.

Checking over the work he's done, he frowns and then uses his fingers to unscrew parts and refit them better. It looked like something had been bent out of shape. There's a huff, and Dick yanks what he was working with out.]

Yeah, the Nightwing one. I didn't have it before.

[As if that wasn't obvious when they were in the labyrinth. Taking the piece over to a workbench, Dick looks around and finds a hard stone and begins to use it as a hammer to unbend the piece he's working with-- muttering under his breath about Damian being a stupid little bugger for ripping it apart without thinking.]

Appreciation for cars... needs to learn it... Dick should teach him.

[It's all muttered, almost unable to be heard, but if Bruce wants to, he can hear what Dick is saying.]