"I dunno," She lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug, then focuses on eating the scrambled eggs for a moment as an excuse to not have to talk straight away.

She doesn't know what to say that won't sound bitter, or whiny, and she doesn't really want to complain to Bruce about his son. It seems unfair, especially when Bruce wasn't even around during all the tension and fighting between Babs and Dick about her.

After a minute or so, she settles on something that she's comfortable saying, "I'm not sure he'd think it was a good idea," And it's a true enough assessment of the situation, but what's really stopping her, aside from her own discomfort around Dick, is the worry that he'll tell her she shouldn't be anywhere near a team, because she's not good enough.

It wouldn't stop her, but it would hurt.