Sitting in the Batplane, Arthur looked out through the small window beside him. The longer he watched, the more something felt off. He asked, "Isn't this plane going a little too fast?"
"Have you flown on other planes before?" Schiller asked.
"I haven't, but planes landing in Gotham fly over the waters off Bludhaven. I see them sometimes, and I'm pretty sure they don't fly this fast."
"That's because I'm an excellent pilot!" Hal shouted from the cockpit ahead. Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't listen to him. The planes you saw were about to land, so they were moving slowly. Normal planes don't fly that slowly. This is a normal speed."
Arthur nodded as if he only half understood, while Schiller stood and walked over to the refrigerator in the cabin, looking for something to eat. The fish soup had indeed been delicious, but Schiller did not care much for grilled fish or fish stew, so he had not eaten much for dinner. He was a little hungry now.
Arthur tilted his head up and looked around the plane's interior, turning from side to side with obvious curiosity. "This is my first time on a plane. The other students would never believe that I could fly this high."
"And isn't this plane way too luxurious?" Arthur rose slightly, then sat back down, testing the softness of the sofa cushion beneath him. "The sofa at my house isn't even this soft. And when I came in earlier, did I see a bed?"
That was right. The entire cabin of the Batplane looked like a condensed private jet interior. It was smaller, but it still had sofas, tables and chairs, a refrigerator, and a bed.
Just then, Hal appeared in the cabin. He stretched and said, "God, it's already the