"Fine. It was my day off...sat around, went over some files." No such thing as a day off for a guy like him, but there were days when he didn't have to go to the office. Badd wriggled out of his coat and tossed it off to the side.

And other things, of course. Badd wasn't the sort of weirdo who got his kicks dressing in a skintight black suit and punching bad guys in the face because it was the only way he could get off, but he had his side hobbies. The Yatagarasu didn't stop flying because there was a bigger predator in the skies.

Badd had yet to ask Blake his thoughts on Batman, or on the Yatagarasu, and what Blake might do if he found out Badd had a vigilante streak. He didn't want to find out.