[ Red Hood stared, eyes narrowing under the confines of his helmet. Alternate universes? That was- different, to say the least. He guessed if he could be trained by an ancient group of assassin's living in a pocket-world in the Himalayas...

And it didn't go unnoticed that the brat was being purposely slow with him. ]

Great. So you're telling me there's some messed up reality out there where I've shot a kid. [ He'd like to call "bullshit," but this was Damian. Stuck up little brat that he was, he didn't think the kid had reasons to lie about that kind of a mess. ]

Guess that means back home... [ He had started to mutter, but then caught himself. ]