” The Batman spoke in a thick Brooklyn accent, making Lois snort and try to hold back laughing with the back of her hand. “What?”“Boston?”�...Yeah, its me, figured I’d ask a LIVE body to inhabit instead of a dead one.” Leaning in to whisper towards Lois, the woman’s cheeks were red trying to hold back laughter at the Dark Knight’s ridiculous behaviour. “Last Party I went to; I started watering the place like a garden sprinkler before my first drink was done!”Wincing, Lois shook her head and tried. "Oh I would say I am completely recovered from that. Wouldn't you say so my dear?" he called.Before an answer could come, if indeed one was going to come, Fitz's expression changed to that of alarm."Duncan, look out!" Death to the Duke!" Again? How many assasins are out there?" Duncan thought as he reacted to the chorus of angry voices behind him. He started to draw his sword and turn. He was only halfway around when bodies slammed against him. His abortive move did save him from being skewered. "I'll wait in Mike's office."Jen walked quickly to Mike's office, and tried to calm her beating heart. She wasn't attracted to Vince, but his overt hitting on her had turned her on.She knew why. It had been almost a month since she had broken it off with Steve. Her body was going through withdraws. She missed fucking Steve. Without the release she got from his fucking, she was constantly horny. Almost anything got her hot, made her nipples erect and her panties wet, even a pass from someone as. ”“That’s what I need to talk to you about, Mr. Orden. She says that the test isn’t needed to tell if someone is a synth or not, that it’s easy to tell just by looking at them. That’s not what...”“Swanson! That’s enough! Now, go back to your desk, I’ll handle this.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, folks. Swanson is a good man, but sometimes he gets confused. You did pass the test he gave you, right?”I smiled. “Like I told him, there’s no need. Anyone with two eyes in their head can tell a synth.