Snow nodded her understanding. She'd almost shot Roy.

Gotham before she'd arrived had been inside a very tight bubble, which had then widened. Most of her time there they'd had a world, but an unfamiliar one full of danger. "Four hours," she said. "However far you can get in four hours. You don't hit a wall or anything, just... world curves in on itself and you're walking or running or whatever back here."