[ While the rest of the city is deafeningly loud -- horns honking, sirens wailing in the distance, people shouting at one another on the streets for whatever reasons they see fit -- Blue is still able to hear the softly whirring sounds that follow each of his movements. Maybe it's because she's so used to the soundtrack of the city that she's learned to just tune it out.

But that sound? That one rings loud and clear in her head. ]

Batman has a way cooler costume. [ She pauses, sizing him up. (Which literally looks like an ant sizing up a bear. So, probably damn amusing.) ] You look like you pulled that off the discount rack at the Thrift-N-Save down the street.

[ She'd know, too. Where do you think all of her makeshift outfits originate from? ]

I'm not any trouble, Batman. These guys [ She motions her metal pipe toward her targeted building ] are the real trouble. Maybe you should be taking your knockoff Batarang to them, not me.