Batman walked slowly across the wet roof. Ahead, on the edge of the roof, sat a figure. Dima.

Batman stopped a couple of steps away from the hybrid, silently looking down at him. Dima didn't flinch. He didn't try to escape or kill Batman like so many criminals. No, he sat there, continuing to look down on the city with a bored expression. Because he had nothing to fear. He knew Batman wasn't his cup of tea. And he knew Batman wasn't coming for him.

Batman took a slow breath and then spoke: "Dima."