To tell the truth, Virgil had no idea where they were going but when he saw it, he'd know it. It'd been almost a couple months for Virgil. Out of Static practice. But it honestly didn't make much difference. He got back on like he'd been doing it for days without even a breather. His feet were steady on the thin sheet of circular metal like he was just walking on air.
Flying had always been a thing to relax him, even now it seemed to be doing the trick. It was like all his problems were just left on the ground. But that did make him a little wary of landing. He supposed he shouldn't look at the future to much, that's what got him into this mess in the first place. Always assuming Bart would be by his side, would care about him. Things were different. A whole lot of stupid things were different, but with the wind in his face and electricity tailing off the end of the sheet metal it was like nothing had changed at all. He felt weightless and carefree for the first time in days. Weeks actually since the Kryptonite struck.
"I hear that. " The city wasn't so bad looking at it from the sky. it was almost enough to make one forget about demons and vampires, and whatever else went bump in the night. "Rich. Down there." Movement in a otherwise still part of town, vans being pulled up to a bank. Men getting out with dark fabric covering their faces. "Ski masks are so other universe." A joke. Finally a joke that didn't fall flat.