Huh. [It's Jason's first reaction, but it's oddly declarative, coming from low in his throat. He fiddles with his gun, checking his ammo. He's well-aware of how many bullets he's used, but he still does it, knowing that each and every single one will be useful as they deal with this.]

Well, I always wanted to jump universes, but I didn't get a chance to pencil it into my calendar. That's a sign that you're legit, you know. [That's more a joke than anything, but he hadn't been Robin long enough for a chance at that, and then Gotham became his focus. Jumping universes wasn't actually a priority in the least. Being here isn't a priority in the first place, but now it just means holding it together long enough until he gets home and picks up.

Of course, that means that time will likely pass. It means that what he set up is going to go to hell.

Well, that sucks. (An understatement, to be sure, but Jason isn't going to let his problem with that show to some stranger.)]

So, all we've got to do is figure out what's wrong. Sounds like the work for a detective, and good thing—because one is standing right here.