Sometimes it does not pay to get to snarky. Batchick had caused a ruckus in one of my minor hideout. She knocked out a few guards and managed to pilfer the blueprints of one of my "Superheroine Buster" weapons in testing. You'd think that a snart superheroine like Batchick would make like a shepherd, and get the flock outta there. But, nooooo she swooped up to one of the highest catwalks, swinging on her Batarang line and then stopped to gloat and pose and insult me and say terrible things about Lisette mother (BIG no-no). About twenty paces to freedom and Batchick has to goad this beast in his lair. Rookie superheroines, that about as dumb as you can get and still have more than 2 brain cells.
I hit the release on the highest set mega-chloroform jet released and beddy-bye Batchick. Lisette now wants to have a quiet, private word with Batchick. I hope there is enough left to get DNA samples.
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