By the time Roland finished treating the wounded, it was already evening. Gordon dismissed the police officers, then went with Roland to a Thai restaurant for a late-night meal.
"Your tastes really are all over the place. You can enjoy food from anywhere." Gordon speared a large shrimp and put it in his mouth. He wasn't particularly fond of this kind of food.
"Pretty much. There's a lot of food I like," Roland said. "If I get the chance, I'd like to try Kryptonian cuisine someday."
"Well, I really envy your state of mind."
"You just take too much on yourself. As the saying goes, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility—"
"—You're just reworking Spider-Man's line." Gordon glanced at him. "Don't think I haven't read the comics."
"Actually, Uncle Ben said that." Roland spread his hands. "Anyway, the main reason I have it so much easier than you is that I'm too strong."
"Not necessarily. Batman is strong too, but he seems a lot more stressed than you," Gordon said. "It's mostly a matter of attitude."
"You already know that, so there's no point going over it," Roland advised. "Worry less and talk to your wife more. I'll take Little Barbara off your hands, and you two can use the chance to spend some quality time together."
"—All right." After a brief silence, Gordon agreed to Roland's suggestion. Whatever else he was, this guy was still a good—well, he was still a person—
"Then let's do it." Roland called Cassandra. "Cassie, go!"
"Go?" Gordon blinked.
"Okay." Cassandra hung up, rode the Ghost Rider to Gordon's house at breakneck speed, then climbed straight up to the second floor and carried Little Barbara down over her shoulder.
"Cassie?" Little Barbara was startled. "My window was locked! How did you get