Oh, you'll find I'm a hit, Red. [ His attention returns to the perp where he squats down and begins rifling through his pockets. ] Mentally, physically, spiritually, etcetera.

[ That's where he finds the man's wallet. It's now clear that Red Hood here doesn't know him, or doesn't remember him. He's not too concerned by that. Midnighter's dealt with enough parallel dimensions—hell, he's even met himself a time or two—to feel comfortable with the fact that this guy might not be the one from his world. ]

Technically, all my conscious life. But these days I'm self-employed as a curb stomping vigilante.