"I am special," he said, almost reflectively, almost as if he really meant it and wasn't just using it to tweak the little demon assassin bat's nose. which was entirely too easy to do, come to that. "However, I also know why HYDRA's after me since I've been pretty well kicking their bases to shit for the last while."
HYDRA being after everyone else, though, that was something different, something that made the base of his spine prickle with awareness, the same sense that told him something was up when he looked down at the street below.
"So Timmy's in the dungeon somewhere," he said, the casual bravado that hid fear. Tim ran on plans and plans for the plans. "I'd give them about three hours to regret that. They came after you guys, and after me as Red Hood because I died. They're not blowing up the streets yet," he added, gesturing to the general sweep of Gotham being normal. "So what the fuck?"