So after a very boring New Orleans experience (Remy, I blame you.) and all mourning over Hag aside... We are now in Gotham city with Julian, A.K.A. Hellion, and Laura, A.K.A. X-23. So far, things have been okay.
Except for one teeny tiny problem.
My GENIUS of a husband has... Stolen the Bat Mobile. It's still sitting in the parking garage, even. And where is Mr. LeBeau? Not here. He took Julian to go steal the car.
I just... I have nothing to say about that. Other than he deserves the kick in the pants that I'm going to give him. Biiiig time. I told him, before we left to go to Gotham, no. Do not try it. I don't want you landing your ass in jail.
I'm relatively sure he's in jail right now. I am not bailing him out if he is! He did this to himself! There are some things he can charm me into agreeing to, none I'll say here of course! Let your imaginations run wild, darlings.
The other day, Laura, her daughter Sofie, and I went to get ice cream. That trip itself was boring, but when we got back... We had a very touching conversation. We're friends. And that warms my heart to no end.
Then, yesterday... Namor infiltrated the penthouse. I hate King of the Fish People so damn much it's not even funny. I will sacrifice my husband to him to SHUT HIM THE HELL UP.
Also. Met some kid named Sam Guthrie. He reminds me of Cid Highwind.
Love,
Mistress Myth
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