It's perfect. [ And he has to think about it for a minute before he can catch his breath again, the feeling is so close. It’s so close he can almost taste the smog in the air, and in a way it doesn’t matter now to know ahead of time that it wouldn’t be real even if he could.

And the first thing he’s really tempted to do is take a flying leap off the ledge; to feel the wind in his hair and that dip in his stomach again, but he hadn’t brought a jumpline and even in a simulation that’s probably a bad idea.

But being here is good enough. For now it's good enough. ]

Just the way I remember it. [ He tilts his head again so Steph can see his grin, but he's only halfway looking at her while he shades his eyes to scan the bay for Bludhaven's lights off in the distance. ]

You know what I've always wanted to do? [ He's telling her about it whether she wants to hear it or not. ] Train surfing. On one of the big ones, not the minis.

[ Not the subway Bruce had him training on. ]