With that piece of information, everything comes clear. The reason for the ITF's hesitation, their justification for pulling me aside— if they do indeed, as it appears, carefully monitor Rapture and the people who enter or leave at any given point in time, then they know that Jason Todd sits under the waters, hiding in the depths, where he feels most comfortable. If the city is in any way his, as Jason claims, then they've likely met, spoken with him, found some way to justify letting him remain in a place where no rational being should be left. The empty halls are worse than Arkham's.

In spite of myself, I find that my steps slow to a halt, and I glance at Damian. "Then that means the island will be more difficult for the both of us to navigate, son," I reply, finding it too easy to imagine the details that Jason's shared. "But their missteps don't change the fact that I can't take you to Rapture."