Diana stands at the doorway, her arms crossed as she watches you prepare to head out. You glance at her, slightly confused. “What? I'm just going to grab a coffee.”

“Not without backup, you're not,” Diana replies, her tone firm. “I’ll send Etta to watch over you.” she pulls out her phone, clearly ready to text someone.

You blink in disbelief. “Diana, I can handle going to the coffee shop by myself.”

She frowns, clearly unconvinced. “I’m just looking out for you. Gotham isn’t... safe.”

You chuckle, trying to reassure her. “I'm just grabbing coffee, not battling a supervillain.”

Without skipping a beat, she raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure there’s a villain with an unhealthy obsession with coffee brewing in the city.”

She doesn’t look like she’s joking.

Before you can respond, you hear a small buzz in your pocket. It's a message from Diana: “I’ve sent Etta. She's in the café already.”

This is going to be one long coffee run.