My first thought is

of course Franky would blow up the bridge with me on it.

My second is

OH FUCK OH FUCK I 'M FALLING OH FUCK '

The next is

AM I DEAD AND DID AN ANGEL JUST COME TO COLLECT MY ASS?

The answer is no, it 's just Robin with wings made of hands. Because that 's ' normal ' 'This only lasts five seconds. ' Robin says instead of a greeting. I yelp and grapple onto her as hard as I can.

'That is a very short amount of time! ' Franky squawks, Robin hanging onto him with one hand and me with the other, trying to aim his hand at the edge of the broken bridge. His hand blasts out and attaches itself to the crumbling brick, a thick chain keeping it connected to his arm.

Robin 's biblically accurate angel look fades rapidly and suddenly we 're all swinging violently fast toward the wall of the mansion. I suddenly remember I can actually sort of fly and have no idea why I 'm freaking out about this.