The car stopped at an abandoned dock on the outskirts of Gotham City. When Li Jie opened the door, his right leg still buckled as he stepped onto the ground, but he caught the door in time and steadied himself.
"Are you sure you don't want a wheelchair?" Harleen came around from the other side and looked at him. "If she loses her temper and throws you into the sea, fishing you out is going to be a real pain."
"She won't." Li Jie flexed his knee. "Besides, a wheelchair would go farther than a person. Even harder to fish out."
At the end of the dock, Kara stood with her back to them. The sea breeze lifted her golden hair and cape. From behind, she looked a little lonely, and a little stubborn.
They walked over and stopped three paces behind her. Kara didn't turn around.
"Do you know what these past few days have been like for me?" Her voice drifted through the wind. "I hid in a barn in Kansas, watching the news call me a murderer. I didn't dare fly, show my face, or contact anyone..."
"I know," Li Jie said. Harleen took a step forward, but Kara stepped back.
"If you're here to take me back and make me confess..."
She lowered her head, her voice trembling. "Then do it. I don't want to run anymore."
"Hey, kid, don't be so nervous. Maybe it isn't that bad."
Harleen walked past Kara and stood at the edge of the dock. "You know, with a guy like Lex Luthor, I'd have gone straight for his head with a lead-wrapped baseball bat myself. But now..."
She glanced back at Li Jie and smiled. "He's against that."
"He..." Kara glanced back at Li Jie. "Because he's a kind, good