[What she'll notice is an entirely different look. While his face maintains some of the same youthfulness that he can't seem to be rid of, gone is the pristine uniform with the red bat on his chest. He doesn't wear a brown jacket, but instead, there's a leather one. But anyone with a keen eye can see that it's armor. It's not meant to look like much, but it is.

As for her question, there are a lot of directions that can take, and he doesn't think she'll like any of them. He has a date with Batman. He's going to go in there and have a chat, and when the time is right, he's going to roll the hell out, switch out with Clay Face, and figure out what to do next. That's the plan, anyway. But he isn't there yet. He's here, and he already knows he has to shift gears. Telling someone, even someone claiming they're on the same side, that he intends to rain hell down on Bruce Wayne just sounds like a bad idea.

He makes a gruff sound, and smirks slightly.]

I was leaving the Titans. It was years ago. [For both of them.] Before that, Dick and Raven were all tied up in Brother Blood's comeback tour. We had swept in to try and save them. And you ... you in particular couldn't focus on anyone but Dick. Still, we saved the day, as the Titans do. [He carefully extracts himself from the latter half of that statement.]

See, it's been ages since we've chatted. A lot's changed. [Understatement of the century.]