Sure, I could be. So basically you've got two options: you could hear me out and correct the mistakes my world's managed to make about alternate-you, or you could keep it to yourself and stew silently in the fact that I've got it all wrong. Either way, it's your call. I won't pry.

[No skin off his back, even if he is curious. After a moment's pause, his expression softens and he glances over at Robin.]

I get that you're frustrated. I don't know how I'd feel if somebody came up to me and said there was a comic book all about my life. I know it doesn't really compare, but this is weird for me too.