Autor wants to tell Dinah that he'd love to meet this Batman he has heard all about--what kind of vigilante dresses up as an airborne mammal? Honestly!--but stifles the urge. Now is not the time.

No, now is the time to bite down on his rising panic due to the idea of rocketing through a chute in a metal box suspended by a flimsy cord.

"How many floors, again?" the boy croaks, missing the whispers entirely.