“There is still time.” Dinah reminded him with a slight laugh. “That and fighting. I am starting to think that this could be a very toxic friendship. Eating food and beating crooks up. Beating crooks up and eating food.” She said with a shrug. “I’m starting to think with all the pet names that you don’t remember my actual name.” Dinah teased. “And your right, I am perfect but it took some work. Ever heard of Ted Grant? I’m sure in a training session he gave me a punch so bad I went flying across the ring and bounced off the ropes and then face planted the mat.”
“We eat greasy food and then burn calories fighting bad guys, how can you possible say our friendship is toxic?!” he pretended to feel offended by the way she talked about then, but ended up laughing at himself. “I should talk to this Ted dude. Maybe I’ll be able to catch up, and who knows, be the one giving you ice packs after our next fight. By the way, I should get my arrow before we leave if we are really looking for a fight.”
