Dear ol' mucky Kahndaq

[_black_canary_]

The Canary is capable of protective coloration, but generally she prefers a role that allows her a modicum of comfort. No stowing away on a freighter so she can play hide and seek with horny sailors. No cars that used to be driven by little old ladies who were the local demolition derby champions. First class, please, and don't spare the champagne, because it's the last spot of comfort she'll generally get before a mission begins.

Not this time. This time she flew to one of Kahndaq's neighbor-states and crossed the border on a donkey. An ill-tempered donkey. With fleas. Who resented being told to "giddyup" in the mud.

"Batman," she mutters through rattling teeth, "owes me."