"He is, sort of." Oh. His coffee is gone. Still, he plays with the mug, tipping it idly between his hands. "Thanks for the condolences, but they're unnecessary; he came back. Turns out he was trapped in the past by the evil god Darkseid."

Some things don't change between worlds. Ridiculous situations like that? Remain a constant.

(Still, Damian had mourned his father's death. He'd only personally known the man for two months, but it had upended his world.)

"Huh. The stories never mentioned them banding together." Perhaps they got tired of being politically sidelined by the male deities. It's the modern age, now. "My actual name?"

He tilts his head, considering.

"Ibn al Xu'ffasch al Ghul."

Son of the bat, a demon. The smirk on his face says, clearly, that the name is entirely useless in terms of secret identities.

"Or, it used to be."