You hate this game you play. Hunting her, finding her, trapping her against the wall , then before you know it— she’s out of your grasp, traipsing away through the night with her score in hand. You’re tired of letting her get under your skin so easily. But it’s so fun to her, getting under your gruff, dark night exterior is a part of the chase. Which leads you to now, at the hunt part of the game.

“Fancy seeing you here, Bat.”