"I'm convinced this has to be the sinister workof Joker, Alfred. It's the only thing that really makes any sense.Last night that perfidious clown spla...hed some strange foul smellingbrew on both Robin and me. I'd thought it mostly harmless at thetime, but I should have known better with that menace involved."Bruce began pacing the floor. "Apparently my costume protected mefrom the effects of his foul concoction, but some of whatever it wasmust have been absorbed through Carrie's exposed skin. It. Given that it was about ten o’clock on a Friday night Steph asked if the parlour would be open. She soon found out that it was and that it usually stayed open until the small hours of the morning because business was good at that time of a Friday. When they arrived the tattooist greeted them. Steph took one look at him and nearly swooned. He was gorgeous. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist. His hair was tied back in a ponytail and that showed off his ruggedly handsome face. He was covered,. He could not feed her hunger so he was a tool to be used. The fact that her need to feed rid the world of beasts that were not fit to live was a nice side benefit for her, but the need to feed was always there, always growing within her. She reached out her sense to taste Johnny and found him to be a more complicated mix than the captain. His lust was there and very strong, he lusted after her body like most men did, but his lust was not the type that feed her needs, not the type that feeds her. The pitcher, catcher, and third baseman all charged after it as Robbie sprinted toward first."Let it go foul! The coach yelled from the dugout. The three players left the ball alone as it rolled down the line and settled, an inch in fair territory.We couldn't even give them an out.When I came up again later in the same inning, everyone was pretty disgusted. Vancouver had gotten two outs, one when Jimmy Baker stumbled between second and third, and one when Brian Lasker got hit by the ball Johnny.