August 16, 058h

	Batman opened the hatch and rose from his seat.  Stale hot air 
whipped into the cockpit, temporarily disorienting the other passenger.
	"What's he doing?" Leslie asked in alarm.
	"He's getting out on the wing," Alfred said, his voice flat with 
dread as he fought to keep the craft level and steady.
	"He's what?  Bruce, you can't!"
	The hatch hissed shut.