His eyes widened at her casual way of brushing him off. Chicks. Girls always thinking they want. He knew he shouldn’t have bothered with her. he should have gone back to the cave and hang with the Team like good kid. But right now, Billy Batson didn’t care about being a good kid.He marched up to her and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to face him. “I’m tired of games.”
“And this concerns me, why?” She asked, brushing his hand over her shoulder with ease and folding her arms across her chest. It surprised her when Billy pulled her back to face him, curious as to what was on his mind. Normally, she didn’t involve herself with any of Batman’s little toy soldiers, opting to be the occasional helpful eye and the pain in the ass.