"Just in, reports have detailed the death of one Garfield Lynns, aka Firefly. As of now, we have no information as to what the cause of death was, but officials believe that this was a murder. We still have-"The news broadcast was cut short in place of a commercial. Emet looked up at the block television that hung high in the cafè as he sipped on his cup of coffee.

Inside the cafe, one could find a cozy, dimly lit space. A large, central counter housing a shiny espresso machine, grinder, and a variety of syrups. The walls were decorated with chalkboard menu boards, vintage-looking art prints, and bookshelves stacked with reading material. Comfortable seating arrangements consisting of plush armchairs, wooden tables, or high stools that lined the perimeter of the room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafts through the air, complementing the mellow music playing in the background. Overall, the atmosphere is inviting and relaxing, perfect for enjoying a cup of coffee and conversation.

Though Emet had no one to converse with but himself, as of now, it has been a day since he killed that pyromaniac. Batman hadn't shown up at his doorstep yet, so he could assume for now that he was in the clear, though for how long remained to be seen. Emet sighed as he leaned further back in his chair that sat way back in the cafè. This particular café was rather nice, meaning expensive as well. Seeing as he basically had infinite money, he decided he could treat himself for being a good Samaritan and ridding the world of Firefly. Also, he wanted to get a taste of coffee so he could maybe create it on his own.

Still, it probably wasn't the best idea to kill Firefly. He had probably now been placed on Batman's shitlist.

(Well, it's only this one time; it's not like I'm going around killing willy-nilly.") He was no psycho, but others might not see it that way. After all, he had killed a man.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?" A young waiter asked; he was sending glances Emet's way. Understandable, given that the latter was wearing sunglasses indoors and had white hair. He gave up on trying to keep his do hidden; he still hadn't quite figured out how to change his hair color, but whatever. He was young; most would assume he was just some emo with dyed hair.

"Five pancakes, please. With lots of chocolate, please." Suspicion seemed to vanish as the man smiled at this child's assumed innocence.

"Right away." Like that, the waiter was gone again, off to retrieve his gluttonous order.

("What now? If I can't get smuggled out of Gotham, then I need an alternative. Maybe I could fly? I don't particularly need Creation Magic for that; I just need Aether. But how do I utilize it so I can freely fly? On paper, the application of ether is simple; it is in every inch of the world. At least in the world of Final Fantasy. Here I'm the only one with Aether, which might actually make me a target. But nevermind that I need to get creative with it. Emet thought about it for awhile before he felt like kicking himself. He was an Ancient, the single most superior race in Final Fantasy 14. The applications of his ability were endless with his near-infinite reservoirs of Aether. In theory, he could just teleport instead of taking flight. But how was the question? Maybe split his body apart into Zether particles and let them flow through the world? Nah, it must be more complicated than that. He sighed to himself.

There were so many applications of being an Ancient that he hadn't taken into account. Creation Magic stood out most, but there were so many other abilities the Ancients had. But not all their abilities were difficult to use.

("Dull grey, translucent white, oh, this one's purple.") Beneath his glasses, he looked over the few people in the café. He studied them, studying the colors that seemed to engulf their bodies. The colors only he could see. Everyone's color was mostly unique but mundane. This was 'Soul Sight', an ability that allowed him to see the souls of the living, among other things. Though currently his ability wasn't that refined. But at least it would help with detecting those that were hidden. Though it didn't exactly help with the battle.

But it was at least much easier to use than Creation Magic. So that was something he exceld in. Though he at least wanted to up his arsenal before he was inevitably discovered. He had resigned himself to his fate; he knew for a fact that one way or another he'd find out. How, you may ask? Comic bullshit most likely. And Batman, who probably already knew where he lived, granted that the big man was in Gotham. If not, he had some time before Batman came. He tended to have a soft side for lost orphans; maybe he'd be the next Robin. Yikes, he would rather not deal with the Joker; regardless of his power, the clown most likely had plot armor.

But he could rest easy for now. It wasn't as if-

Emet felt like beating his own ass as soon as those thoughts passed his mind. Why must he tempt Murphy so? Leaned back far into his chair just as someone crashed through the window beside him. Said person crashed into a couple's table, all but breaking the feeble wooden table. Shattering cups and plates lay sprawled on the ground, mixed with coffee and disfigured cake. The figure groaned as he stood up, and some in the cafe looked at him with shock.

"Anyone caught the license plate of that truck?" He quipped mostly to himself as he let out a groan of pain. A vibrant green and red outfit that was sure to catch the eye of any onlooker. The top is a tight-fitting green tank with a large yellow "R" emblazoned across the chest. This was paired with bright red gloves and leggings, which were accented by black boots with silver buckles. The ensemble is topped off with a yellow cape and a black mask that conceald his identity. The costume was sleek and stylish in design. And this was Robin. That much was easy to note.

Robin shook his head to clear himself of his daze as Emet looked beyond the broken window. Thundering footsteps resounded through the air as a figure came into view. A monstrous humanoid reptile with a bulky, muscular build, heavily scaled skin, and razor-sharp claws. He stood at around seven feet tall, with a crocodilian snout and a mouth full of jagged teeth. His eyes were yellow and glowing. His skin was a deep green color, with areas of scaly texture. His overall appearance is intimidating and fearsome—truly that of a ferocious predator. He wore tattered pants but was otherwise unclothed.

Of course, Killer Croc decided to show up along with Robin; truly, what luck! The huge monstrosity stepped through the large broken window, ignoring Emet, who just continued sipping on his coffee. Everyone else wasn't so calm as they let out shrill cries before all of them ran for the exit; some froze with fear as others took out their phones to record.

Killer Croc seemed to ignore all those people as he solely focused on Robin, the latter finally seeming to be out of his daze.

"You made a mistake disturbing me, boy wonder." He snarled, his voice deep and bellowing. "I only wished to be left in peace, but now I will enjoy feasting on your corpse!"

"It doesn't seem like you want to be left in peace, considering you did a job for Black Mask." Robin responded back, his eye beneath his mask scanning the near-empty café. "Tell me what he had you do, then we go our separate ways." He negotiated, yet Croc just snarled at him again.

"You're in no position to order me around, boy!" In that instance, Croc launched himself at the boy wonder, teeth barred.

Robin pulled out his bo staff as he lunged forward with it, striking Killer Croc in the jaw. Croc retaliated by grabbing him and slamming him down onto the ground. Robin quickly got back up, dodging Croc's next attack and hitting him in the side with a swift kick. Croc roared in anger and charged at Robin, but in an impressive display, he used his agility to leap over Croc's head and land behind him. With a swift strike to the back of Croc's knee, Robin brought the monstrous villain down to the ground. As Robin prepared to make the final blow, Croc's massive tail swung around and knocked him off his feet.

Robin scrambled to his feet just in time to avoid getting skewered by Killer Croc's sharp claws. Robin circled the hulking reptilian villain as it lunged forward, jaws wide, but Robin dodged nimbly, landing a swift kick on Croc's leg. Croc roared and swiped at Robin, but he rolled away just in time. With swift movement, Robin leapt onto Croc's back, pressing his bo staff against his tough neck, but to no avail as Croc flung him off like a rag doll. Robin scrambled to his feet, his mouth set in determination. He knew he couldn't continue taking Croc head-on like this.

So with the given opportunity, he reached for his utility belt and, retrieving several small pellets, throwing them to the ground as dense smoke imploded from them. Soon Croc's vision became obscured by thick smoke as he growled in frustration.

"You can't hide forever, boy!" He received no retort as he started swiping at the air wildly. It was of no use as more similar pellets collided with his face, only these didn't burst with smoke. Instead they,

BOOM!

The pellets erupted into a small explosion that engulfed Croc's face. It seemed to have the desired effect as the villain stumbled back while holding onto his face. Then a birdarang soared through the air, the tip sharp enough to pierce Croc's chest, if only a bit. For a moment, the singular birdarang slightly cackled with electricity, then in the next instance.

Electricity coated Croc's exterior as it coursed through his body. Lighting it up in a bright display of bright cackling electricity.

"Aaaaaaaghr!" A strange cross between a roar and a scream escaped him as he clawed at his chest, trying to remove the birdarang. Eventually he succeeded; the birdarang fell to the floor as Croc kneeled over. The voltage of the attack left him slightly stunned but conscious.

"Now talk, Croc, what did you do for Black Mask?" Robin asked as his form became clearer as the smoke dissipated.

The reptilian villain just growled at the boy, saying no words. And apparently Killer Croc wasn't as stunned as one would believe as he suddenly launched forward again, still light on his feet. Robin managed to roll to the side just in time. The villain, however, didn't turn to attack; instead, he kept running and went straight through a wall. As if it were mere stacking blocks, the wall crumbled into pieces as Killer Croc made his escape. Robin cursed to himself as he pursued him quickly.

Emet stared at the scene, then stared some more.

("That was certainly something.") It was so random too; of course it was. No one ever expected a giant mutated crocodile man to battle a teen in tights. It was absurd, really, but it happened. ("It seems things are occurring.') Thinking to himself, he stood up from his chair and slapped some money onto the surprisingly intact table.

Exiting through the shattered window, Emet leisurely walked onto the open street again. It seems some things were taking place inside Gotham City. Meaning it would be better to find a way out sooner rather than later. He didn't quite want to deal with any of the Dark Knight's rogues.

A/N:Sorry for the short chapter, just wanted to set something up in Gotham before I came back to it later, so next chapter Emet leaves Gotham, like any sane human being would. But is he sane though?