Teddybear

"Were you raised by a single parent or a set?" she asked, somewhat intrusively.

She shook her head. "It's just my dad. He's fairly overprotective."

"I've been promised a fairly useful payment, and it gets me out of the house for a few days." As if on cue her phone buzzed, just once. He'd resorted ...

"You must not spend much time with the uber-wealthy."

"I can't say I saw it coming either," she admitted.

(bruce should have just used his piles of money to make the living conditions in the city better so people wouldn't have to turn to crime. It's one city that ...

(scrooge is the only rich person i'm okay with tbh. Even batman is on thin ice) "Yeah, he's royalty it seems," she said, closing the door.

(Tad is hand drawn and 3' tall max in my head. Any bigger is horrifying) "I see. Come in, I guess." She stepped out of the way.

(I'm imagining roger-rabbit-style cartoon-with-live-action kinda visuals) "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

Queenie went to answer it.

"Bye," she said. Her phone buzzed once more and she glanced down at it. Dad again. Overprotective bitch.

"It's your house, I was just trying to save you the effort."

She shrugged. "I'm not complaining, just saying I can sleep on the couch or whatever just fine."

"That's hardly necessary," she said.

"Pretty sure that's all for the moment."