If he'd only known he was dealing with the son of the world's greatest detective, maybe Hartley wouldn't have bothered to hide his concerns about his hearing. Still, he'd suffered through enough horrible Rogue's meetings and even dinner parties with his parents to be able to fake a cheerful demeanor.

The ginger was somewhat reluctant to let the handsome amnesiac go just but he did and followed Dick down to the other level where the car was.

"Alright? Want to start searching for clues then? Maybe you've got ID around here somewhere?" He suggested helpfully as he slid into the passenger's seat. Hartley was hesitant to point out that maybe the guy with the concussion probably shouldn't be driving anyway. "I'll check the glovebox?"