"HAH!" Distracted again she waved her bow dramatically. "Redemption arc?! How about, Batsy, I am corrupting you to the dark side? Then someone'll have to take up the suit and there'll be
two Batmans to fight over the war-torn Gotham. Maybe Harley's finally the top of the evil pyramid! What about
that?" Okay, the sun was getting to her. Maybe. A lot.
The mention of her new tights had a big head-shake. "No way. The last clothes I wore on a mission were burned to a crisp. Those leggings weren't cheap and I don't really have the means to get new ones for awhile. Those are specifically for
dates. Safe things where they won't be tattered or torn off my body at the first available moment." She winked at him. "Though there are other kinds of tearing off I wouldn't be too upset about."
Weren't they supposed to be working? Ugh.