"Sorry, Little Bat, but you're not my type," he said with a smirk. There was only one Bat that interested Jonathan and tiny redheads were a far cry. "Now, let's see what makes you tremble in your little purple boots..." He lunged for her, aiming two needles, one for her neck. and one for where her cowl was seperate from the collar of her suit, having long since memorized the vunerabilities of each of the Bat family's costumes.