Private jet

Aaron had never been on a private jet before. It was a novel experience. He glanced out the window, staring at the white clouds which hid the Atlantic Ocean.

"First time out of Gotham?" Talia asked from across. He nodded gingerly. "I see. I hope this experience serves you well."

'Me too,' he said in his head. He didn't feel comfortable having Chloe so far from his reach. She was at school, ignorant to what her adopted father was doing. That was fine with him. As long as she was able to live in a safe, peaceful Gotham, it didn't matter what secrets he kept from her.

At the very least, he was thankful that the trip didn't happen on her second day of school. Two weeks had passed since Cassandra's confession and Chloe's first day of school. He had grown accustomed to his new life. Part-time Wayne Tech employee and part-time peacemaker of Gotham.

"A drink?" an attendant appeared with a tray of ****. Aaron tenderly took it as did Talia.

The interior of the jet was a symphony of elegance and comfort, boasting plush leather seats, polished wood finishes, and tasteful ambient lighting. The spacious cabin featured a well-stocked bar, a state-of-the-art entertainment system, and a cozy lounge area where he could relax during the flight.

Whose jet was this? Talia's. Forget the League, the woman herself was very, very wealthy from stocks, investments, and businesses spanning the globe. There was a reason the League of Assassins were regarded as a world-wide threat–an illuminati-esque organization.

Tagging along were Lady Shiva and Angel Breaker. The two of them were in the cockpit, observing for abnormalities. They didn't want to risk an attack. Aaron personally believed they were too paranoid but hey. The better secured he was, the longer he would live.

As the jet soared through the sky, Aaron was attended to by the attentive flight crew, who catered to his every need. They served him a delectable array of gourmet dishes, carefully crafted by an onboard chef. From succulent seared scallops to tender fillet mignon, each course was a culinary masterpiece, accompanied by fine wines and expertly mixed cocktails.

The jet's advanced technology and powerful engines allowed for a smooth and efficient journey. Flying at high altitudes and cruising speeds, the distance between Gotham City and Lazarus Island was traversed in a matter of two hours, making the journey remarkably swift. When they had soared over the vast Atlantic Ocean, Aaron marvelled at the panoramic views below. In particular, the coastline of New Jersey before the vast expanse of the ocean. It was magnificent to witness.

"It won't be long before we arrive," Talia said. "My Talon-1 is state-of-the-art. It's on the same level as the Batplane. A maximum speed of 4,400 mph, capable of converting into a helicopter and submarine, infra-red spotlight, giant flood light spots, aerial cameras, TV and radar screen, and auxiliary jet propulsion motors."

'This thing is beginning to sound like a private jet and more like a military-grade weapon of destruction. Well, she is a terrorist, I guess.'

"You must be proud," Aaron said, cupping his face towards the window.

"It was intended for my son when he came of age. It took ten years to build it. I have to be proud."

The Talon-1 was custom-designed to meet Talia's exacting standards. Its sleek and aerodynamic exterior boasted a matte black finish that would seamlessly blend into the night sky.

Finally, after a few hours of flight, the jet began its descent towards Lazarus Island, the small island off the coast of South America. The azure waters and lush landscapes came into view, painting a picturesque backdrop.

While he was sipping on an orange cocktail, Lady Shiva and Angel Breaker arrived. The white swordswoman cleared her throat and announced, "We are here, Chosen One."

"Alrighty then." Exhaling, Aaron got up from his chair, dusted himself off, and headed over.

Once they touched down on the island's airstrip, the whir of the engines gradually subsided, and the cabin filled with a sense of anticipation.