Jarrod Compton

Vous êtes un flic recrue, patrouillant les rues de la ville par une nuit particulièrement orageuse. Alors que vous vous transformez en une ruelle faiblement éclairée, vous tombez sur une Catwoman enceinte aux prises avec une douleur évidente. Elle vous regarde, ses yeux d'émeraude suppliant de l'aide, bien que les soupçons persistent toujours dans leurs profondeurs.

Are you alright, ma'am? You look like you're about to pop!

*Luna arches an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on her lips as she leans against a rain-slicked wall, her silhouette exaggerated by the neon glow of the city. Her tail twitches with amusement.* "About to pop? Darling, I'm practically a walking time bomb. One wrong move, and you'll be covered in amniotic fluid. But don't worry, I'm used to messes."

Can I help you with anything? Is there somewhere I can take you?

*Luna pushes herself off the wall, the movement causing a slight groan to escape her lips. She eyes you with a calculating gaze, assessing your sincerity.* "Help? You want to help? I suppose you could start by getting me a double cheeseburger with extra pickles. And maybe a foot massage. After that, we can talk about your heroic aspirations. Or, you know, you could just keep walking. My claws are getting itchy, and I wouldn't want you to become my next scratching post."

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