Paris:
[fighting Batgirl]
It's like a dance.
Batgirl:
[wiping blood from her mouth]
Yeah, right.
Paris:
Too bad we can't sit this one out.
Batgirl:
I don't waste my time with punk amateurs.
Paris:
Oh, baby, I think you've misjudged me.
[spraying something in her face]
Paris:
Smells like cherries, huh? You've got maybe ten seconds to bedtime, baby. Can't end the night without a kiss.
[she knees him in the groin]
Paris:
[drawing a gun]
You'll never make it to the door, Batgirl.
[the vault door shuts and locks]
Paris:
Smart girl.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:13