The two of you were patrolling Gotham, currently you were sitting on the rooftop of the botanical garden.

“I have a feeling that if I fell 40 or 50 feet, I could live. Because I'd land on my feet.” you say after a few minutes of silence.

“You haven't said anything in three months that's been rational. Everything that you say is insane.” Cass say, looking at you in concern.

“You don't think you could fall 40 feet and land on your feet?” you asked looking at her.

“Do you think you’re Spider-man?” she asked.