The idea of Batman hurt Ted's head in funny ways. He was fairly sure that Charlie was Batman, only not in a really serious way. This girl was serious about there being a Batman. So maybe she was crazy. Maybe everything she'd just said was complete and utter nonsense.
"I'm wearing a prison uniform." He said it as if it should be obvious to her. "I don't exactly have a place for a wallet."
He was fairly sure that there wasn't any cash shoved in his underwear either. It didn't feel crinkly in there. Ted shifted a touch just to be sure.
"I also don't live here." He thought he'd point that out again for good measure.
Ted wasn't exactly sure how he was going to get different clothes, now that he thought about it. No money, no home. No home meant no closet. Maybe there was a homeless shelter giving out odds and ends and he could piece something together from that.