"Yeah. Okay." Dylan says flatly. "Japanese place. Sushi. Curry. Maybe some ramen. Something expensive." He leans back, eyes distant. "Something expensive. Then..."

He had spent so many nights these past few months sleeping on the street, breaking into buildings to escape the rain. Even when he'd made it back to his home in New York, it had been a cesspit, with utilities cut off and teeming with rats.

But now, he was back in Central City. Where his real home was. Where a penthouse apartment awaited him. "Some sleep, maybe." Maybe he'd ask if Nico and Tim wanted to sleep over, if they were feeling up for it.