Dick always likes to say that, as superheroes (or vigilantes, whatever), they've seen everything that Gotham can possibly throw at them, but he's forced to amend that theory the day he and Jason leap into the harbour after a suspect and find themselves surrounded by merfolk; there's a redheaded one who seems especially keen to become friends with him, much to Jason's amusement, but he can't help himself from staring at the razor sharp talons where their fingers should be and shuddering a little.

They only have a few more minutes of air left, even with their rebreathers, but it's enough for some brief sign language conversations assuring them the merfolk mean no harm to the people on land; in fact, as they hand over the suspect the boys had been chasing, they offer to keep an eye out for any more like him.

Dragging themselves and the suspect out of the water, Jason is the one who speaks out loud first: "I'm totally not writing up the report on this one, Golden Boy; it's all yours."