"Hm." Just that single word as he considers both Clark's words and his body language. He's still upset about the matter of Damian, but he's too smart - or they've known each other altogether too long - for him to bring it up again immediately.

"It was about the same for me, though I didn't black out." He tested the boundaries but didn't push him. Not when all he had to back him up was a small wooden fishing boat and his son. He wanted something high-tech. Firepower.

Damn, he missed the Insider suit. As much as it eats its way through its power sources, being able to harness the combined power of the Justice League has its advantages.

"I'm working on a few things. I'll let you know when I'm ready to act on them. And Clark."

Bruce gives him a Look.

"There's no Kryptonite in Tu Vishan. I've looked." Good God, what do you think his cellphone is for? It may act as a perfectly normal smartphone, but its processing power is such that it can interface with the Batcomputer back home. Scanning for kryptonite's signature of radioactive decay was child's play, and it was one of the first things he did on his arrival. Just in case.

He's lying, of course. Tim has a piece of it. But neither his pulse nor his respiratory rate nor the dilation to his pupils gives him away. He doesn't lie to Clark often, but when he does he makes it count.