[It took him a second, but recognition sank in and Bruce's previously defensive posture relaxed. Not fully, but enough.] Detective Blake. [He paused.] Or ex-detective, depending on when you're from. [It was, admittedly, a relief to see someone whom he knew hadn't known some other version of himself. No, it was certainty that Blake was from his world, and he remembered him. He knew things were different here, and he wondered if the ex-cop had checked in with Gordon yet.] Yes, I'm the Bruce you know. [His lips twitched slightly.] You can lower your hands.