[Damn it. She must've seen or heard that kid - Robin - Bruce's son, running his mouth.]

Subtle's not really my style. Figured that much was obvious - you know, heads in a duffel bag, explosions, all that. Pretty big clue for a smarty-pants like you to miss.

[OK, fine. She's got his name. It's irritating, but it's not like it really matters. Especially not here.]

So you got my name - big deal. What're you gonna do with it? Write some kinda exposé on me? Like I said - even if you had access to official files, that identity's been dead for years, and it was wiped from the system long before that. And I'm sure as hell not giving any interviews.