Ravi

“You’re asking me if I’ve ever ridden a horse.” Even through the modulator in his helmet, Minhkhoa’s voice is monotone. Little to no interest to be had in this interruption. “I fail to see what this has to do with the task at hand.”

“Nothing, nothing, I was just…curious. I have horses, back home. Three of them. Pure bred, beautiful creatures. Fast, too. I used to race, but now I just ride in my free time.”

“And?”

“And I was just…wondering. If you’d ever ridden. Or if you’d like to, when all of this is over.” Asking in the middle of a mission makes Santiago feel awkward, but there’s never a good or non-awkward time to ask. Batman Incorporated is always busy, and Ghost-Maker never opens himself up to casual conversations. In fact, Santiago has come to learn that nothing about Ghost-Maker is casual. But it’s better a less than stellar time, than to never ask at all, right?

He’s largely expecting Ghost-Maker to brush him off, anyways. Especially when Ghost-Maker merely turns back to his computer screen, fingers rapidly typing.

But the other man’s distorted voice filters out of his helmet, “Only if you let me ride the black and white one.”