Jonathan nodded to her question, cracking open his soda and taking a sip. “We have a vigilante in my world named Batman, he tends to hang out quite a bit with others and drags them around Gotham when bored. I have met Superman once or twice when he and the Batman brought in a criminal.”
Not to mention he had escaped them at least once...mostly because they were after someone else and he decided he didn't really need to be outside his lair that night...or the rest of the week.
“How do you now of him, if he doesn’t exist to you?” he knew about the comics, and was curious to what she knew of him and his asylum.