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Orders finished texting Brielle from her home bathroom, readying herself before she headed into work. She rubbed her purple eyes, washed her face, and collected her purse and effects, tossing in her phone before heading to the front door, opening it as she rattled her keys in hand and-
"Mother-of-FUCK!" she jumped back, The Batman stood right outside her apartment door. "You…I… HOW?!" she shouted indignantly. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"You told me to use the door." Batman replied with a very smug smile.
"…Fucking… damn it." she grumbled, he wasn't WRONG. "What is it?"
"Pippen Pepper. The Pornography Director did you kidnap him?"
"…What?" she blinked at him as he frowned at her.
"Did you kidnap him?"
"…No." she replied, "…I commandeered him." she added, "He's perfectly fine. why do you ask?"
"Because A purpled-eyed woman, a convicted felon and a red-headed giant woman carried him out of his apartment and tossed him into the back of a van." he hesitated. "...Although I guess 'Giant Woman' is a bit rude. Former Professional Wrestler Tarzana."
"…When you say it like that it sounds like I kidnapped him. But I didn't." she affirmed quickly, "He's perfectly capable of going back home. I just had him do some work for me."
Batman stared at her. "…I can only imagine…"
"…Well if you become a Premium Member of my Superbabes website you wouldn't have to." she said practically, "…I don't suppose you have a bat credit card or something."
"…I'm not even going to dignify that." he declared coolly, "Try not to kidnap people. I'll only look away for so long before you make me take a closer look." He added warningly
"Yes sir Mr. Batman, sir…" she replied casually, "…Next time actually knock." She replied, watching as he smirked, and turned away walking out of sight as she approached the doorway and looked out after him. "We're getting so close to you becoming a regular… person." She stared into her hallway and frowned. Batman was, of course, gone. "…Mother fucker."
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