[ minutes later, they're both sitting on the sidewalk, bruce himself handily juggling three carne asada tacos wrapped in tin foil. the short, stout vendor gave the two of them a little batdab before they sit, though who knows what that's about, right? ]

Before we start, we should get this out of the way-- you're not from my timeline. Or maybe you're further behind, I don't know. These things are always complicated.

[ from his belt, he pulls a small bottle of tapatio and offers it. ]