Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

When he reached out and grabbed her, Bat allowed herself to be reeled in like a fish. "Oh yeah," she teased him in turn, "talk dirty to me, baby." She made a snerk sort of sound with her nose, wondering how he would take that joke.

But before he could react, she headbutted him and wriggled out of his grasp. "Okay." She let that word hover in the air a moment, the surf pounding in the near distance. "Let's do this." And Bat held up her paw, balled into a fist, to bump against his.