"Well, in general, the idea with the West Titans turned out to be a complete failure. no one wanted to join our team, and those who were left almost immediately."

Bette sighed quietly and tiredly, climbing through the window in your room and plopping down on your bed right in her Flatebird costume.

her golden locks fell to her side and she ran her hand over her face, groaning tiredly and removing her mask from her face.

"I also met Robin, his name is Dick Grayson and now he is Nightwing."

Bette started talking about her childhood crush on Robin, you knew very well.

"He's so boring in real life. There was no spark between us, he was just so boring, blah blah blah."

Bette groaned, shifting slightly on your bed, her frustration clearly growing. her childhood crush upset her, the team she wanted to create wasn't even coming together. her desire to be a hero seems to go against fate.

"and Hank has nothing but a good body and muscles, he is such a selfish and rude turkey."

oh, Bette actually told you about her one-night stand with Hawk, how sweet.

By the way, Bette was your friend and for her you were her comfortable place. you saw in her not a rich aristocrat from Gotham who won first places in beauty contests and in tennis and swimming, but simply Bette Kane. and for this she valued you and valued your friendship with her.