Eh, happened a while ago, I’m over it. Like I said, not my kind of life anymore.
I do wonder if Grundy is still there. Doubt it. I kicked his ass. (Sort of.)
You made t-shirts? Does he know about that because I reckon he’d have steam coming out his ears if he did.
Big blue’s always been too much of a sweetheart.
(Grinning, she slides the phone back into her pocket.) For fifty bucks, I’ll give you one of the t-shirts I had it printed on.
I had one made for everyone but Clark wouldn’t let me or anyone else wear it.
(He’s still laughing, wiping away a little tear from his eyes as he slowly comes down from it.) Oh, that’s beautiful.
Idiot had it comin’, everyone knows that. Man, this might be the best thing Bruce has done.
(She’s more interested in his reaction than the video — having watched it a thousand times herself. Dinah lets out a chuckle, a wide grin remaining on her face.)
Yeah, and no one’d help him. He just stayed there knocked out and we all went on our day till he got back up.
Arrow through drug dealers hand, stuck to the wall unless he’s brave enough to pull it out, which he isn’t. He’s yelling screaming.
Unfortunately for him, selling drugs to kids on his streets——Ah, he just can’t find it in himself to feel bad.
“Not so tough now, punk?”
If I see that fist fly and Gardner drop? You’ve not undersold at all.
(Phew, he’s still got it. To her, at least. He leans in a little to get a look at the video—a grin immediately comes to his lips at the climatic hit, followed by a big chuckle.)
Hah! Holy crap, he drops hard.
Not bad. I feel I am underselling, but I won’t make you suffer too much.
(That is, unfortunately, adorable — she’d have shared it either way, though. Going through her phone for a short moment to find the video and holding it out so he can see.) Here.
Figured. Great job either way.
Ah.. (He huffs——Shaking his head with a little smile before he bats his eyelashes at her in a somewhat unnatural way.)
Pretty please? Been a tough week, you know.
Ah, Oracle—You gotta give her my love for this one. Maybe don’t. Don’t think she likes me much.
So that’s how it is… Can’t just bat my eyelashes anymore, huh?
Hey, I had to work for it — Oracle doesn’t just break into the League’s systems for a recording of Guy getting punched.
Let’s hear what you have to offer.