[ That is an incredibly backwards plan, as far as effectiveness is concerned, and Tim’s already taken from his belt both spirit gum and a mask, black but otherwise identical to the green one he’s wearing, and is pressing them into Conner’s hand. Quietly, he says. ]

Take me up on it now, before everyone in Central City learns your face. If you join the guild, give it back.

[ The guild, because the society is only in the running as a joke or infiltration target. But they can deal with that in a minute - Kon’s right about them having to go. ]

Come on. Race you two blocks north.

[ He’ll lose, but it will distract from a protest against masking up. Then, they can figure out what to do about Kafka. Tim fires his grapple gun and is hoisted up to the ledge in seconds, hooks an ankle on the ledge and is already over, gone except for echoing footsteps on the third story roof. ]