He's talked about Joker enough over the last bit of time that he--doesn't feel like getting into it again now. There's only so many times he can relive that before he starts getting bitchier, and he's not intending on getting into shit with this Tim yet.

So he rolls his shoulders, pulls himself up to his feet. "I died, got back out of the grave 'bout half a year later with my head fucked to hell and back. Got picked up by Talia al Ghul, took a dip in one of Ra's Lazarus Pits, and you can probably piece it together from there. The current Red Hood skipped having to dig his way out of the dirt an' went straight from dead to the Pit."