I had been trying to figure it out for a while now, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I had met you through Dick, my brother. You were a vigilante too. Dick had briefly mentioned a “sort-of-power” that you had that helped with your missions. It was plaguing me, the curiosity. What “power” could you possibly have?

I was having breakfast in your apartment, eating cereal at the table while you made coffee in the kitchen. I decided that now was a best time as ever.

“Hey, what powers do you have?” I suddenly piped up, swiftly taking another bite of my cereal.