It had been a busy week for Ka'van. His home, an old Victorian era mansion on the outskirts of town, was in the middle of getting renovated. The previous occupant wasn't too happy about this. When he had been house hunting a while back, a small blip about this mansion being haunted had caught his attention. Was that why the price was so low? The real estate lady told him that they couldn't keep people in there. Ka'van took a look around and decided that this would be his new home. If it wasn't haunted before, it surely was now. 

It wasn't long before Edna made herself known. She started by knocking his favorite mug off the counter. Ka'van could feel her anger and grief over someone taking residence in her beautiful home. Ka'van decided to sit down and have a talk with the spirit. She could stay, but she had to realize that she had to deal with him now, no matter if she liked it or not. He had also told her that he planned to restore the place, but that he would stick as closely to the original as possible. The next day, the home's original blue prints mysteriously appeared, splayed across his kitchen floor. 

Now Ka'van was dealing with the renovators coming in and making a mess. He oversaw their work in the daytime, and still tried to pull hero job at night. 

"I've heard of you," One of the foremen said when they met, "You're one of those caped types aren't ya'? What are you supposed to be, some kind of alien?"

Ka'van blinked. "Yes. Can we...focus on the task at hand?" 

About of week of this, and he'd grown tired. When he was approached by Batwoman earlier that night, he was enthusiastic about putting his mind on something other than his spooky old house. Apparently, something had happened at the Batcave, and the Dark Knight was ready to kill. Wasn't this the very same man who came after him when [i]he[/i] had killed evil people? Ka'van had tried to explain then that it was pointless to try and reform people who had such darkness in them. He didn't understand the human way of keeping these types around. But whatever. Not his planet, he supposed. 

He heard the Batman out on the rooftop, along with several other heroes. He'd seen some of them while on his patrols, but others were strangers to him. It was hard to focus on what was being said when he could feel Batman's raw anger pouring out. Rage, grief, anxiety. He'd never felt things like this from the stoic Knight before. Something very serious must have shaken him. Ka'van thought better of asking about it.

When they were dismissed, Ka'van, in his Wraith form, turned and lifted himself up with his telekinesis. He floated just above the surface of the roof, like a ghost with his cloak trailing weightlessly behind him. He flew out and over the city, keeping his eyes open for any suspicious activity. He wasn't too sure this operation was as well planned as Batman's things usually were. There didn't seem to be any cohesive plan here other than "go look for stuff". But, regardless, Ka'van was a sucker for a soul in need. He couldn't tell Batman no when he was clearly so desperate.