[ oh. oh right. kate bishop is one of the world’s best sharpshooters - just because barty hasn’t personally seen her in action doesn’t mean that it’s not true. for just a moment, he truly feels it - the bullseye on his chest, the nearly feral glimmer in her eyes. the knives on her thigh aren’t the only thing that’s sharp.
bartholomew rook realizes that he’s in deep, deep trouble. ]
Sure.
[ but he smiles, tight-lipped and polite, as kate fiddles with his jacket. ] Yeah. I’ll keep watch. Don’t get sticky fingers, Bishop.
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bartholomew rook realizes that he’s in deep, deep trouble. ]
Sure.
[ but he smiles, tight-lipped and polite, as kate fiddles with his jacket. ] Yeah. I’ll keep watch. Don’t get sticky fingers, Bishop.