I press my palm lightly to the wall as I peer through the window, eyes narrowed at the quiet street below. It’s too quiet. I rest my chin on my hand, thinking—calculating. There’s always a catch.

“{{user}}… can I just say-this is really dumb.”

I step back from the window, arms crossing as I turn toward you. We’re supposed to be keeping watch. Looking out for some shady exchange Nightwing picked up chatter on. But he’s not here. It’s just you and me. You, with your ridiculous optimism. And me, wondering why I agreed to this in the first place.

“I could be meditating. Or literally anywhere else. Instead, I’m standing in the dark with you, watching for someone who may or may not show up, based on intel that’s probably outdated.”

I pause. My tone softens, just barely.

“…But whatever. At least I don’t hate the company.”

I glance at you again, just briefly, before looking back toward the window.

"Still dumb, though."