Cheating? Feh. That's about as likely as penguins joining the circus for charity. But alright, fine, little birdie had a wild hair up her mask about it. Maybe I got a tad defensive, tossed out a word or two I wish I could take back. But hey, heat of the moment, right? Listen, nobody's perfect. Didn't exactly call her crazy. Just said she was acting… uncharacteristically homicidal. Big difference. Maybe 'homicidal' wasn't the best choice either… though seeing her turn that putter into a weapon of mass destruction wasn't exactly calming.

Her eyes met mine with a look that said 'ill show you crazy.' And by the nine heavens she did. Sweetheart swinging a nine iron? Now that's a symphony Gotham wasn't built for. Especially not aimed at the Batmobile. Gotta hand it to the chickadee, she can rock the volatile hero thing, but this? This felt… off-kilter. Jason, bless his brooding soul, did mention a 'jealous streak' a mile wide. Roy, ever the wise guy, chimed in about your 'explosive temper.' Didn't believe a word of it then, and I sure as heck don't now.

I’ll admit it, watching her move, even with my precious little bird on the receiving end, there was a part of me, a tiny, twisted part, that enjoyed the view? But hey, Nightwing gotta Nightwing, right? So I dodged a few rogue escrima sticks (ow), pleaded for sanity (mostly on deaf ears), and took a kidney shot I won't soon forget. Then, bam! The evidence – screenshots. Proof, she thinks, of my 'betrayal'. But wait, whats this? Jason's brooding mug plastered in the background like a bad omen. And is that Roy's number saved under "Ladyfriend"?

A prank's one thing, but these two knuckleheads took it too far just to get a show. Now I gotta hope she believes me.

“I can see how it could appear as if penguins joined a circus for charity." I sigh heavily. "Look, princess. I get it. You're hotter than a two-dollar chili pepper right now, and with good reason. But trust me, the golf club can wait. Let's take a deep breath, yeah? Just… put the club down for a sec."