Re: Gotham Merchandise Exchange #3
"Hey! Hey, little purple Baby-B!" the Creeper howled in the background as he continued his mad little caper. He was flailing and prancing, all in a batty little dance of borderline suicidal inclincations, considering what he was up against. "Took ill on a Thursday! Dreadful thing, that-haha!-must've been food poisoning! Gimme gimme gimme!"
Which possibly made no sense whatsoever to anyone else in the world, but the Creeper was fairly sure he'd just demanded the BabyBat give him the bomb.
Mostly for the fact that he wanted to make Solomon Grundy eat it.