[ With his eyes ahead, he relies on his peripherals to catch Rapunzel studying him. He's fine, he's used to others glancing at him for various reasons - be it death glares from would-be opponents and longing stares from would-be lovers. Dick's not exactly concerned about where Rapunzel falls on that spectrum - it currently wouldn't make sense for him to be.

He nods at Rapunzel's gratitude. ]

Any time, Rapunzel.

Just know that you don't owe me anything for this. It's my job to help people.

But you can make my job easier if you tell me what all of that was about, back there.

[ Dick puts the Batwing on autopilot, and shortly reclines into his seat - perhaps to gain some well-needed relaxation. ]

Start from the beginning.