He swore under his breath and rolled his eyes. "I don't have a social life. How am I supposed to meet girls who I don't want to meet you?" Well he didn't have a social life, that was true. And he hated ever having girls meet his family, in either universe, because he knew they'd embarrass him.
If he knew she might follow him and find out why he'd been coming back from patrols on quiet nights so late, he'd be mortified. But he takes the opportunity to send the Batmobile flying off the overpass onto the road below. With a squeal from the tires the car turns to block the way of the runaway van they'd been racing to cut off. "Want to hit it with sonething?" Well as far as ways to distract her from this topic this wasn't such a bad way to go about it.
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