"Tim Drake. I am the captain of this ship," the man wheezed. It's hard to believe what Drake is saying with the way he's struggled to stand on his feet. His knuckles were even turning white from how hard he's gripping the edge of the table to keep his balance. Drake continued, "You are not a prisoner. You are a guest."

"Hey, uh, Bats?" Green Lantern stared out the window of the watchtower, a look of concern and utter confusion stretched across his face. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't just imagining it. Blink. Nope, kid's still there. Hal tapped the comms again. "Bats? There's a kid out there and uh, he's just. Floating around. In space, doing cartwheels."