“Well on a scale of 1-10 of how fucked tha child is, I’m gonna go with 20! Tha dad? Well. Take a wild guess!” Lyn snickered, following her usual methods of never fucking cooperating
“Hahaha that’s not biologically possible! And uh… I would never, uh, have relations! With another villain! Yes… ha haha…”
“…..Riiiiiight. Then how do I know ya got a scar on yer ass?” She prompted with a rise of a single brow, a smirk on her lips as she crossed her arms. “Tell me again how ya don’t have any relations.”
“Lots of people have scars, it’s a lucky guess! shutupshutup.”