[He's looking for an answer he wants. Something to make the answer to EVERYTHING easier to discern. She watches him, then looks at Ace.
He was looking for a reason why no one else found the way out.]
The last Bruce that was here couldn't aim. Batarangs, paper balls, whatever. He was always off. Dick, the one from our world, had no idea who me, Cass, or Barbara were. Batgirls were just not in his memory. It's always been stuff like that, with us. Detective skills seemed to be intact.
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He was looking for a reason why no one else found the way out.]
The last Bruce that was here couldn't aim. Batarangs, paper balls, whatever. He was always off. Dick, the one from our world, had no idea who me, Cass, or Barbara were. Batgirls were just not in his memory. It's always been stuff like that, with us. Detective skills seemed to be intact.