"You can't hide from her here," the robin snickered, clearly pleased to find that Martha was quick to glean and brands of knowledge. That was what this was all about anyway, right? And as they moved through the landscape and learned more of each other, it became easier for things to shift and move and reform, co-mingling the palettes of their minds. It proved to be an interesting amalgamation of bits and pieces that really did appear quite fascinating upon more intent observation.

Blake shrugged helplessly. "Must be right. Was gonna say I couldn't imagine that kinda danger's easy to come by 'round here, but Wonderland's weird in its own right. Kinda alien, too," he confessed.

As they pressed forward, a change in weather turned up the chill and each step brought them into deeper snow. A blizzard raged up ahead, and in the distance, a lone door stood mostly obscured by the fast-falling snow. John gestured for Jones to take note, but he was quickly distracted from his explaination by the robin landing on his shoulder, pressed in close to the collar of his coat, puffed up against the bitter air.

"We get outta here and you ever hop dimension — cross planes like this? Hope you'll come see me. See the real Gotham. The real John Blake."

"—the real Robin John Blake," the bird amended proudly, much to Blake's chagrin.