Rose stands with her hands perched on her hips, her black leather pants and leather jacket just as badass as her Catwoman eye-mask and ears. Her hair is sleeked back into a pony. Even in her stiletto boots, Connor stands four inches above her, appearing to have an advantage. Batman and Catwoman are flirt-fighting. The fangirl inside of me is singing right now. “You love me,” Connor tells her, still holding her black whip, the source of their argument.
CONNOR & ROSE SUPREMACY.
