— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝕭 𝐀 𝐓

⠀ " . . . Listen, you can keep the yacht. I gave you that card for emergencies, not luxuries. In the future, if there's something you / want /, tell me first. " ⠀

⠀ . . . Not for you. ⠀

⠀ Never gonna let me forget it, are you . . . ? ⠀

⠀ It was supposed to be an average night. A standard black coffee to fuel the patrol, preemptively building extra gadgets for the next patrol. It was supposed to be normal. Then a Kryptonian showed up. ⠀

⠀ The night sat heavy and damp across Gotham. The familiar stench of the city streets staining the skin and weighing on the mind. Jason, the Red Hood, had been out since nightfall. ⠀

⠀ 3:00 AM The Apartment of Barbara Gordon Bruce had been missing for weeks. Friends, family, even acquaintances had done what they could to find him. But for as long as Barbara had known the man, one thing was for certain;

⠀ " Wha -- ? No, Kana. That isn't what I'm saying . . . Where did you even get that hat? " ⠀

⠀ " A yacht is more than just a single purchase, Kana. It takes a captain, deckhands. Mechanics, cooks. Fuel. Do you plan on captaining the ship? " ⠀

⠀ " What could 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 be the need behind a yacht, Kana . . . ? " ⠀