Doomsday suddenly drops down from the ceiling nearby where Batt is. She brushes off her suit like it's no big deal that she just busted out a ceiling tile for no good reason. Then she grins at Batt.
She's definitely in better spirits since she last saw her friend. Ever since gaining some of her senses back, she's gone to town, eating a lot of food just to taste it, playing in the rain because she can feel it, listening to music obnoxiously loud because she can hear it, and, of course, killing people.
She has three victims so far - not ones she's would consider "victims" seeing as they victimized her first, but in the eyes of the law, yes, victims - two of whom are a direct result of being able to hurt people again. The first one technically took place before that, when she could only hurt someone if Thursday herself was pissed off enough at them, which she was.
Regardless, she feels more satisfied than she has in a long time and feels she is past due for thanking Batt for helping her instead of killing her like she asked for her to do.
"Heyyyyy, how's it going? Whatcha up to? Skating around?" she greets happily, then suddenly changes directions. "Hey! I made a banana cream pie! Would you like some?"
Batt is skating around the office. She's zipping and zooping here to there to there to here, back and forth. When she sees Doom pop in from the ceiling, she smiles, stops skating for a bit, and sits down in one of the office chairs (that is also directly next to a cauldron).
"Yo! It's been pretty good! Just been making sure that this place stays a bit interesting, you know? And sure! It's been ages since I've had a pie. Sounds great!"
The cauldron Batt is sitting next to is bubbling with a purple liquid. It stains the floor whenever the bubbles pop.
