....when the fuck, you know what, different timelines.

[ He waved a hand as he walked towards the garage, stopping long enough to twist a key in the garage door and push it open enough for them to slip under.]

Yeah, me and a few others. This place belongs to Ed, who you should meet. You and him are a lot alike.

[ Inside was a rusted old red mustang, and a fancy motorcycle with a red bat painted on the windshield, and boxes of tools the Red Hood should never be allowed around.]