"All that means is I'm terrible at suicide missions," he points out. "If I'd been any good, we'd all be dead." Look, that makes perfect sense, it's just terrible. At least, he reflects privately, he's getting a good look about town. He's already side-eyed an institution he'd like to come back to after hours.

"And you, too, you bastard. What were you even doing for those months in that hell hole? We've both hit our heads.." INJUSTICE, etc.