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Batman watched as his cousin angrily stomped across the cave to him. His cowl thankfully hid the raised eyebrow that would no doubt have riled her up even further.
As it stood, fury rolled off the woman in waves.
“There is an island, an actual existing place that it is possible to travel to, exclusively populated by gorgeous warrior lesbians,” Kate hissed.
Bruce leaned back as Batwoman penned him into his chair with an arm either side of him.
“You have known this for an extended period of time…” she continued, voice promising untold tortures, “…and didn’t at any point, think to tell me?”
Ahh, that’s why she’s mad.
“Technically it’s an island of Amazonians,” Bruce pointed out, “You don’t know for sure that they’re lesbians.”
“It’s an island with no men.” Kate screeched, throwing her hands up in outrage, “Do you think there is even the most minuscule chance that they aren’t screwing each other?!”
He paused to consider this, eventually making a small nod to acquiesce the point.
Batwoman continued to rage, pointing a gloved finger in his face, “You are dead to me.”
“Fair.”
“You are introducing me to Wonder Woman at the earliest opportunity.”
“Alright.”
“You are a bastard.”
“True.”
“Go to Hell.”
“Dinner next week? I’ll bring Wonder Woman.”
“I’ll be there. Asshole.”
The woman stormed away just as angrily as she had come in and Bruce tried not to flinch when Alfred appeared out of nowhere beside him. The older man was just as adept at blending into the shadows as his employer.
“That really was quite an inconsiderate oversight on your part Master Bruce.” The butler admonished.
“Well, she knows now,” Bruce replied, then turned to smirk at the other man. “I promise if I ever learn about the existence of an island full of mature gay’s I’ll inform you immediately.”
Alfred scoffed, unimpressed, “It’s called Mykonos and I already own a timeshare.”