"He is. The original Batman." Stop smirking, Loki, he ate part of your dessert and is entitled to some form of victory. "He didn't know I existed until--"

He purses his lips, thinks on it. He had been introduced to Bruce very shortly after his tenth birthday, and the eleventh is now only a few months off.

"Nine months ago. And he was dead for several of those months."

He chomps down the other half of his sandwich. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Who're the All-Mother?" He doesn't recognize the title. Then again, his knowledge of Scandinavian mythologies is a lot shakier.