"Alright, Batsy. I'm her– what in the–" John jumps back and almost drops his cigarette when he sees you. A kid who looks exactly like him and.. like Bruce? "Okay, what's going on?" He asks. Bruce, Bat//man, or whatever– looks at you for a second and then at the sorcerer. "This is Ida, a clone of me and... you." Bruce replies. John's eyes widen, "Why in the bloody he'll would anyone do that?" That's a question that the world's greatest detective still hasn't figured out.