Damian's gaze flickered over to the cassette. He had a few back ups but he didn't exactly relish the idea of recreating the rest of his notes. Then again, a few entries were well worth the information he'd gained tonight.
He looked down at the tunic, then back at the Red Hood. Apparently style hadn't improved with age. If anything, it seemed to have worsened. No wonder why Todd had been so insistent that the uniform had been stolen. No one was fond of hand-me-downs.
"That's my question," Damian countered. "You show up in his city, taking a harder line towards justice, and you let yourself be seen. Why?" He paused for a moment, before pressing onward. "To let him know you're back? To let him know you're alive?" he clarified, with a smirk.