“Just say what is on your mind. I already know what it is, but it is not for me to speak.”
“How about you get out of my head? It’s not very POLITE.”
“Just say what is on your mind. I already know what it is, but it is not for me to speak.”
“How about you get out of my head? It’s not very POLITE.”
“Oh! Is that mistletoe I see?”
GWEN:
❝ I can’t believe what I’m hearing… Zatann Zatara actually making a joke? Or are my ears just deceiving me right now? ❞
“ I can’t help that you’re a mood killer, && it’s hard to joke around you. “
HARLEY:
❝Oh, thanks. I just saved your ass, and you’re mad about owin’ a favor.❞
BABS:
“I’m sure your fans would love seeing your butt hang out on instagram!”
“And that’s why we’re lucky I have the magical abilities and you don’t. You’d abuse them with instagram.”
HARLEY:
❝You owe me one, y’know.❞
“Yeah, I know. I wish I didn’t.”
BABS:
“Not until you feel the horrors of a cheekies, Zee.”
“I doubt anyone would want to see that.”
BABS:
“What I had on before this was okay! People love Batgirl, Zee! Love her!” She crinkles her nose. “But fine, you owe me after this, I hope you know.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll never let me forget.”
BABS:
“An allure of mystery? That’s a new one.” She huffs, letting the tails go. She looks herself over again. At least he kept her bust under wraps. “I feel the air on them okay! And they’re cold. Anyways, what am I doing with you tonight out there?”
“We’re going under cover, && you are my assistant. The whole cape && mask thing wouldn’t work down here. We need to blend in.”
GWEN:
❝ There’s no point in doing that— I already know what they’re going to say. ‘Heroes don’t take vacations.’ I can hear it perfectly in Batman’s voice. ❞
“There is always night-- so there must always be someone to defend it.’ Like that?”
BABS:
“Okay, I mean… the heels are really great but…” Here she turns around, lifting up the tails of her jacket. “Did you have to make it so my butt was hanging out? And fishnets? Really?”
“They give your legs an allure of mystery.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the girl. “And if you stop lifting the jacket up, your butt wouldn’t be hanging out.”
BABS:
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Zee.”
“Come on. You look cute as a magician’s assistant. And it’s much better than the bat costume. Give it a shot-- just for tonight.”
BABS:
“You are, by far, the absolute worst right now!”
“That’s why you love me!”
BABS:
Why you little–!
“Oops.”