“Why are you panting? Thought she was tiny.” “There was also a bag of gold.” “The fuck?” “Look, I dunno, she had a bag of gold, it’s heavy. What do you want me to say?” “Ask her about the batarang.” Now it was Kessler’s turn to ask what the fuck. “Just do it.” A moment passed and Kessler muttered, “It, uh, was a gift from her date. She said.”
