Red Hood.

[he's amused as he says it-- he knows what he's getting at, but doesn't care. that's who he was. however, it's impossible to not notice that Griffin was staring, and so he reaches up, and pulls his collar down slightly, so he can see the burns are gone.

it's brief, and he drops his hand soon after, shrugging.]

Or the bombs. I know how to make those, too.