"Batman from 2041? Are you here on some sort of mission?" Must be an alternate timeline, Cameron thought to herself. Perhaps this odd man would know something of why she herself was here. "I don't have a mission, so I'm a dancer with the New York Civic Ballet. What do you do when you don't have a mission?"
She looked the costumed man up and down. "I saw in the newspapers about costumed criminals and vigilantes, a lot of them have unusual names. Are you one of those? Which are you?"