At first, Dick shook his head. In his mind, he wanted to keep going, keep fighting. The fight was the only thing that numbed him, that kept away the pain. At the same time, he was exhausted, filthy, and no happier for having lost sleep and alienated his friends. After a few moments, the head-shaking subsided and Dick let out a long sigh.

"That... Might be a good idea." He finally said. "Just a nap and a shower, though." He added quickly. "The sooner I'm back out there, the better." He nodded as punctuation on that last bit, as if asserting to himself that he was still in control, though observation could easily dismiss that possibility.