We both need a break, let's go to the Batgirl Spa in together.
Just say you're watching me because of "suspicious activity" or whatever.
@enterthecocoon
My phone buzzes while I’m sitting on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge. I pull it out, open Tumblr and immediately spot a message from Killer Moth. That alone is enough to make me smirk. I read through it once, then shake my head and start typing.
You know, most people ask me out for coffee first. Going straight to a spa day’s a pretty ambitious opening move.
I bite back a laugh and continue.
And before you ask, I’m not explaining my username. Again. Besides, half the internet seems to have its own theory already. It’d be rude of me to ruin the debate.
I lean back against the rooftop ledge.
As for this spa trip, if you suddenly invite me somewhere nice, my first assumption’s still gonna be you’re up to something. Last time I trusted one of your ideas, I ended up stuck in a giant cocoon hanging from a water tower. So I don’t need an excuse to keep an eye on you. You’re Killer Moth. Suspicious activity is kind of your whole thing.
I grin and hit Post.
















