Dinah sat up and took off her sunglasses, scowling as she thought about that. Because she knew that. Which seemed more important to her than being the king's son. She almost had this, she knew it. It was slipping away from her like the strikes with the eskrima sticks against Arthur had that morning. But she was close.

Wait. Almost. "Commissioner Gordon." Who was just... "Uncle Jim." Not really the same. But. Okay. "Maybe? I think. I sort of get it."