The Life and Times of Bruce Wayne was not a story he wanted to hear. Hal had decided that the guy was insufferable and that was how he would always be no matter what sort of good he managed to do with the mountains of money he owned. A lot of good all that money did what Gotham was still a shi-
Hal snapped back to reality when he heard Batman say, well, 'Batman'. Was he losing his mind? This city tended to do that to people and for a moment he thought that the water was finally taking affect when Batman reached up and pulled off his cowl to reveal the damn face of Bruce Wayne.
His jaw dropped and he stared at the man in front of him in utter silence. Was he being punk'd right now? Was the even an appropriate pop culture reference? What the hell was going on? "No," he finally said. "Nice try but I'm not falling for it. Alright you mind-control son of a bitch! Come out and let's get this over with! This reality you've set up has a glaring flaw!" There was no way this was real life. He had fallen into a trap, that's all there was to it.