Mai gasped loudly: “Oh my god!”
Peter turned to her startled, the spoon he had been stirring the spaghetti sauce with dripped onto the counter: “What!? What happened?”
Mai’s eyes glinted as she turned to him: “I just realized I’m Batman!”
Peter blinked dumbly at her: “Do I want to ask how?”
Mai shifted so she was leaning over the back of the couch, facing him as she replied: “I’m technically rich, I know how to fight, I have a bat cave and Friday could totally be my Alfred,”
Peter interrupted absently: “You have an art studio, not a bat cave.”
Mai continued as if he didn’t speak: “And I have a superhero costume! I’m totally Batman!”
Peter choked on air, the spoon falling onto the counter as he stared at her: “You have a what!?”
Mai waved her hand: “Besides the point. I am totally Batman!”
Peter shook his head: “Nope. This is important. How did you get a superhero costume?”
Harley, who had just walked into the room, freezes, his eyes wide: “Well, shit.”