Saturday goes very carefully blank. "Green Arrow, huh."

For a moment, all she sees is red hair, red blood, black wood. So she turns and soaks the rag, wringing it out, watching the inky patterns form.

"Well. I know where I'm from, cops don't go without a tank. If Gotham's got those kinds'a problems - sometimes there's no good alternative except what you build yourself. That's what Pops says. Your boss do a lot of community organizing?"