'We aren't, to the locals.' But to each other, who else is going to keep the histories of their worlds alive? All the places they come from, no matter how good they were, or how horrific. He can't think of anyone here who might want to willingly live in Gotham, but Bruce misses her all the same. 'But I'd hate to forget, wouldn't you?'

He couches it in an old man's curiosity. Plenty of shit is, when he's as curious as they come.