Crash landing

"Are you sure this will help me learn Observation Haki?" Roland asked Batman doubtfully, wearing a blindfold and earmuffs.

"Of course. This is how I learned it." Batman handed Roland the Cross Knife. "Use this to block the bullets in a moment."

"Why are there bullets involved?" Roland froze. "That doesn't sound right."

"Relax. They aren't live rounds. At worst, they'll leave a few bruises." Batman patted Roland on the shoulder.

"Don't worry. It'll definitely work."

A few minutes later, the roar of machine guns and Roland's screams rang through the Batcave.

"If I ever trust you again, I'm this—" Roland said, clutching his backside.

"You were supposed to dodge. Who knew you'd just stand there?" Batman shrugged. "You can't blame me for that."

"Six machine guns were firing at me! Where was I supposed to dodge?" Roland rolled his eyes.

"I adjusted the positions of the machine guns. There was just enough space between the streams of bullets for a person to dodge through," Batman said.

"I don't care. You nearly broke my legs. I'm not going home tonight. Have Alfred get dinner ready for me," Roland said, lying facedown on the couch.

"All right." Batman agreed offhandedly and went on with his research.

"What are you working on now?" Roland asked.

"I built a satellite to monitor Gotham City," Batman explained. "I'll launch it shortly."

"A satellite... Right. Just what I'd expect from you."

Before long, Alfred brought them dinner. The main courses were flounder strips and roasted Scottish venison tenderloin—not entirely authentic English cuisine.

"This is much better than what we ate in England last time." Roland let out a satisfied burp.

"It's English cuisine adapted to local tastes." Bruce quickly finished dinner, then returned to working on the satellite.

"By the way, when are you launching