Bruce looked over Cassandra and Damian, and if he hadn't been so bemused by the entire situation, it would have been bittersweet to see his children as the adults they would become.
"You both saw the broadcast, I hope," he asked them, pointing toward the Crays. The clothes he was wearing didn't fit anymore, but a few floors down in the costume morgue, he'd kept boxes full of various old clothing, including some of Dick's. It was old and probably dated, but serviceable.
"We've got a lot of work to do, finding out who this Mojo is and figuring out how to stop him."