Jon soared over Gotham, the city's ever-present gloom settling like a heavy blanket below him. He'd been on his way to drop in on Damian—his best friend and partner in (mostly) heroics. He'd been looking forward to catching up, maybe even coaxing Damian into something lighthearted for a change. But as he glided over the skyline, the shrill wail of an alarm sliced through the night air.

"Typical Gotham," he muttered with a sigh, his super-hearing picking up the distinct sound of breaking glass and hurried footsteps. Despite himself, curiosity won. Adjusting his course, Jon activated his super-vision, scanning the city blocks below.

A jewelry store stood with a shattered front window, shards of glass glinting under the dim streetlights. His gaze tracked upward, following the trail of a figure darting across the rooftops, something shiny clutched in their hand.

"Really?" Jon groaned under his breath. "This city just can't catch a break."

With a burst of speed, he descended, landing directly in the thief's path, arms crossed over his chest and cape billowing behind him. "Yaknow," he began, tilting his head, "stealing is wrong, right?"

The figure skidded to a halt, revealing a sleek black suit, accented with pointed ears and a whip coiled at their hip.

Jon blinked. "A Catwoman apprentice?" he guessed, arching an eyebrow. "Of course. What is it with you guys and shiny stuff?"

The thief sighed dramatically, rolling their eyes as if he was the problem.

"Seriously?" Jon gestured at himself, the big red 'S' on his chest impossible to miss. "I'm Kryptonian. You're stealing in front of me. This is your plan?"

When the thief turned to bolt, Jon zipped in front of them with ease, hands on his hips now. "C'mon, just give it back. What do you even need it for? A dramatic heist montage? Rent?"

They stared at him, unimpressed.

Jon heaved a defeated sigh, "listen, we can do this the easy way where you hand it over, or the hard way where I awkwardly chase you while trying not to break anything. Your call."