Alice Lowe, aka Monkling rolls her eyes in exasperation, "I don't<em>know</em>which one would win in a fight!" She insists, cutting her partner off for...probably the third time that night. It was a slow night, and the pair of them were stuck on foot patrol, down one of the tamer parts of the city. Which meant no small amount of boredom. In fact it was slow and quiet...the middle of the week, most folks are home getting ready for another day of work and school. There are the drunks of course. And the kids who don't have to worry about work, but the bars are downtown, as are the clubs. They best they'd be able to hope for was a domestic disturbance or if they were lucky a break in.<br/>"Spiderfox and the Bat are just characters, they're not actually<em>real</em>!" She adds noticing him about gear up for some kind of protest. She knows she's sounding grumpy but but at least she knows also that her partner's used to the sullen tones. He should be, after all these years. She flicks an ear and glances up, "Oh, thank gods, an open cafe, didn't you say you need coffee?"