I did my homework. You aren't the one who picked up the boots after me. [And added in pants, for that matter. Sure, Jason hasn't had a chance to meet the guy, but he's seen the pictures of him. He wouldn't admit it (he can't admit it), but he's memorized every inch of that face. He's looked into him, too: smart kid, does well in school, has it all worked out for him. He doesn't come from the same roots as Jason.]

Or maybe Batman is looking into an army of brats. New kids to do his bidding so he can use 'em until they bite it. Jason's careful about his phrasing, careful not to let his own biases seep in. But he's almost too careful. The words are sharp and pointed, delivered quickly, but not with the same casual ease as he might on other occasions.] Could be a new thing, but that isn't like him. That's too many people in his network, too many ties that can be cut or severed or messed with. [He shakes his head.] That just doesn't seem likely.

So it's something else. You know me. That isn't something you pick up from videos. The ageing would throw anyone, and it hasn't thrown you. [There's a pause as he pieces it together.] So, time travel.