Bruce had barely sat back down when he had to get up and move to the briefing room. It seemed a little odd that they'd move straight to a mission. It was like playing a game the same night of open tryouts. But then, most football players aren't Titans. Bruce may have come off worse against robot guy, but he hadn't been using his powers. Hell, worse, his powers had messed up. It's a lot easier to stay desynced forward than to stay in sync. He would have dominated if he could use his speed. He could probably take on any of them at his fastest. It doesn't much matter what your power is if you get hit five times before you know you're under attack. 

His in-transit musing meant that Bruce arrived in the briefing room with his ego re-inflated and ready for whatever they dished out. He saw Press waiting there already. 
"Hey, lemme ask you something," he said, seeming like he might mention their fight, but instead he said, "Why do you pet the robot bird? Does it feel it? Does it care?"