“Are you disappointed that I didn’t come as Harley Quinn or Catwoman?” “Are you fucking joking?” I laughed, looking her up and down, appreciation making me grow hot under the collar. “People seem to forget that Joker treated Harley like shit sometimes. And one thing I’d never accuse you of is being predictable.” From her black thigh-high boots to her leather skin-tight body and black mask, she was fucking perfect. “Before you ask, I’m the Batman. Not Batgirl, or Batwoman. Batman.” She peered down her front and said, “See? No tits, just a six pack.” “I really hope that’s not true when the suit
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