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Welp, guess you discovered my other secret identity. John McEnroe doesn't hold a candle to me.

[He's going to dig another racket out now, though, as well as a tennis ball.]

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[She's giving a fake gasp of shock as she twirls the racket in her hands.]

How could you hide this from me for so long?

[extracrispy]

[He throws his arm over his eyes, turning away in the most melodramatic way possible.]

It had to be done. It was the only way to protect you from my enemies.

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[She grins, nodding slowly to play along.]

Right. Can't get in the center of the secret men's tennis gang wars.

[extracrispy]

Believe me, you don't wanna get involved in all that racket.

[................... Jason.]

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Right. And you'd love to escape, huh?

[Awful.]

[extracrispy]

You know it. But I'm afraid I'm elbow deep in it.

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You're just going to have to find a way to get an advantage.

[i want to die.]

[extracrispy]

Don't worry. I have an ace up my sleeve.

[unfortunate.]

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...Okay, I'm out of tennis puns, I guess you win this round.

[extracrispy]

Game. Set. Match.

[Said with a shit eating grin. Jason Todd, stop.]

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Wow. I hate that exactly as much as I respect it.

[extracrispy]

[He mock bows, twice.]

Thanks! It's a gift.

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Yeah. You've been blessed by the god of terrible puns.

[extracrispy]

Sheesh, everyone's a critic. You were slinging puns five seconds ago.

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You sure? Somehow I don't remember that.

[extracrispy]

[A fake gasp.]

I didn't know you could use your power on yourself.