Harley thought to herself for a second.
“What I need is to test out these powers and to see just how powerful I am,” Vincent Price intoned.
“But what if I attract too much attention?” Lucy Ball asked back.
“Why can I hear my thoughts?” Harley asked.
“Because it is always awesome to have Vincent Price read out inner monologues in movies,” Vincent Price commented.
“Oh, yeah,” Harley giggled.
“But aside from having dead celebrities reading my inner monologues out loud, what powers do I really have?” Lucy Ball asked.
“Why not invite over one of those cops with capes and find out?” Vincent said, “I could use a nice good hard roll in the bed and this body is made for fucking! But who should it be?”
“The BAT!” Lucy Ball exclaimed.
“No,” Vincent said, “He doesn’t come out during the day and if I get him right off then Mr. Jay will be on this place like roaches on Twinkies and I want to be ready.”
“What about the Bat-brats?” Lucy asked.
“Wing-ding is pretty cute,” Vincent admitted, “And he has a great ass! Red Hoodie could be fun and helpful in fucking up Mr. J. Red Robin turned out pretty cute now that he is legal. But then there are the Bat-bitches. The Red Head has always been fun. She could use Black Bat as muscle as well as a sex toy. And Blondie could be real fun. Oh, Bat-Dyke! She might as well have lipstick lesbian written on her ass!”
“It’s even funnier to hear Vincent Price say that,” Harley giggled.
She lightly bit the tip of her gloved trigger finger and smiled.
“Which to choose,” Lucy asked.
Harley picked up a pink and purple tennis ball and struck a pose like in the pokemon game
“I choose…” Harley shouted.