‘ eeee ! yer spoilin’ my babies so much, sheesh. what if they start likin’ you more than me, booboo? ‘ clapping her hands with joy, the drools from her hyenas splash around — latching onto the smooth surface of batman’s armour, even the only visible skin under the cowl. not that she cares, not when her babies are shaking with excitement as she lets them off their leash. ‘ okay, my boys ! batsy says it’s playtime with a snack — throw it for ‘em as far as y’can. they love t’ play fetch. taught ‘em myself, y’see. ‘
‘ aight, aight — those are gifts for the kiddos, but what about the mommy, hm? d’ya know how hard was it to birth ‘em all those years ago? don’t think my body ever recovered from that. ‘ holding out her hand with palm up, she wiggles her gloved fingers. ‘ do i get a treato? ‘