"Eat all the donuts in the city. Stomach of steel right here," he said patting his stomach, "and a fast metabolism."

Even if it wasn't speedster fast. "So I'd steal 'em all and everyone would be tragically donut-less and I'd make it so nobody could get them back."

That was a way better plan than blowing shit up.

Kon paused as he sat there.

"Now I'm making myself hungry. Did you bring any bat-snacks in your utility belt?"