As I flew in the Bat-mobile, Persephone and I talked to each other.
"There's a robbery in the Gotham Central Bank, McGinnis," she said. On the screen, I could see her eyes were relaxed, and she was resting her chin on her hands. She seemed incredibly bored.
I looked down at the city. She was right.
There were about three or four goons standing outside, and one of them was guarding their car, which was likely stolen.
"Oh, and your momma called. She wants you to bring a bag of spaghetti and a couple of cartons of milk. It's already been taken care of."
I put the Bat-mobile on auto-flight and jumped out of it. "What do you mean, it's already been taken care of?" I asked as I ran toward the first goon, who was signaling to the others that they were not bringing in enough.
"I just meant to say that I've bought the spaghetti and milk for you. Thought that was obvious. Guess not." I delivered the first punch and knocked him out. One of the other goons saw me, and began running into the bank. I ran after him.
"Thanks for the favour done," I said, catching up to the second goon and tackling him. "I would've forgotten."
"There's three other goons that need to be dealt with, McGinnis. Maybe we can chat when it's all over and done. How about that McGinnis?"
I caught two of the other goons hiding in the shadows. "Sure."
I crept up on them, taking both of their heads and knocking them together hard enough to send both of them into sleep. I heard footsteps, and turned around. But it was too late.
The fifth goon punched me. I got up. He tried to do it a second time but this time I ducked and elbowed his groin. He groaned, and clutched it, falling to the floor. Outside, I could hear police sirens. Time to flee.
I spread my arms out, revealing my wings. I jumped up toward the ceiling. There was a window in the ceiling, and I kicked it open and flew out into the night, leaving the police to deal with the goons.
I showered as Persephone waited nearby the Bat-computer, keeping her promise not to look. There was a table nearby, and there were two cartons of milk and a bag of spaghetti. I turned the faucet off and dried myself. Then I put on my pants and walked out.
"So this is what your nights are usually like, huh? Busting the pathetic asses of criminals."
"Yeah," I said, putting on my shirt and jacket. "Gotta go." I turned toward the staircase.
"Oh McGinnis?" Persephone called. I turned to face her. She pointed to the table, with the milk cartons and spaghetti.
"Forgetting something?"