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I'd rather be at a bat, they sound so much more interesting..

Of course I don't think my roommate would agree, but nyah!

At a Bat? Sweetie, you just don't make any sense...

Of course! If there's Balls, how came there can't be Bats?

...are you trying to say...oh, what's the phrase that you urchins use..."The Bat trips balls?"

I agree. Even without fear gas, he's looooooooony.

I'm so happy to hear someone understands, even if he is calling me an urchin. *sniffs and tilts her chin up higher*

Some girl dressed in a sort of clown suit shot some gas at me the other day, come to think of it, buuuut I don't think it was fear gas! *giggles*

Wow! You guys are like, totally fucked in the head!

I must have strayed into Gotham territory...

Okay, I see what you're doing there.

Bats, like batting cages! As in, you're clearly batty, so where's your cage?

I left it in the other apartment. I didn't like it.

Too confining, sweetie?

Yeeessssssss.

I'm too much of a free spirit anyway. *giggle*

Right! And open minded too, I'll bet. An in, far too open for anything to make any sense at all...

At a function for that bastard? I think not.

Mm, I had a feeling I'd get something like that out of you.

Feelings haven't changed, mmm?

When have I ever been the forgive and forget sort?

There's nothing sexier than a woman who can hold a grudge, Emma.

You're being a tease, Darling.

Can you forgive his actions from before because he's said he's changed now? How many times have I said I'm changed?

Me, Emma? I live to tease.

I've learned not to trust people when they've promised to change. Once bitten, twice shy.

I'm not.

I think you might be just a tad too young, sweetie...

Yeah. Its a girl thing anyway right?

Oh no, sweetheart, there are loads of people there. Lots of my boy friends are there.

But they are wearing silly clothes...

Why aren't you there? Did Miss Martha invite you?

*smiles* I bet they are itchy.

I was invited through my work, honey, But I just...couldn't find the time!

Oh, horribly. And they smell like moths!

Oh. Miss Martha didn't invite me.

Ewww. *giggles* Why'd they wanna wear yucky clothes like that?

Like I said, baby boy, you look a little small.

Well, don't you like dressing up?

Nah-uh. *holds up his hand* I'm five. A whole hand.

*thinks then shrugs* Don't know. Never have.

A whole hand years old? Wow. That's not small at all. I'm...well, you need another three hands, and then two more fingers...

Not even as a superhero?

Nope. *looks at his two hands and blinks* That is a lot more than me.

Oh. *giggles, looking down* I have a cape.

You see? Playing dress up is fun, right? So much fun that even adults do it from time to time...

But not you?

Oh, especially me! Sometimes I put on a costume, and fly around, fighting bad people...

Really?? *looks downcast slightly* I can't fly. I falled off the roof when I tried.

Oh sweetie! You probably shouldn't have done that...

You see, I have wings. That's how I fly. But I can only use them when I am very, very small.

I broked my leg. But I'm all better now. *wide eyes* You can do that?

I sure can, sweetie. when I'm doing my superhero thing, people call me Wasp. It's a very fitting name.

I have moral, spiritual, and economic problems with Kansas.

It smells like manure. How do people live there? Mind you, I had a lair in a sewer for a few years, and I still won't go to Kansas.

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Kansas? Ugh, I know what you mean. I'm sure it's a beautiful party, but you can have a barn dance in New York and still wear Gaultier...