"Oh, please, old auntie, what high class? I think you are low class..."
"With this time to spare, you'd better go get yourself an outfit."
Fujino glared at her with a fierce look upon hearing this, his wrist flipping to pull a pitch-black Batman Mask out of his invisible Pocket Dimension, tossing it out casually so it flew toward Vermouth. "Here, take it. Figure out the rest of the clothing and props yourself."
"Uh..."
Since the distance between them wasn't very far, Vermouth reached out and caught the mask, falling momentarily speechless as she looked at the pitch-black Batman-styled mask in her hand.
Silently putting the mask away inside the car, she looked at Fujino with eyes full of confusion, not knowing what else to say, until she finally forced out, "So, you're planning on wearing this thing and transforming into the big Beika bat to kidnap someone?"
"Otherwise?"
"What else could I do?"
"How else am I supposed to kidnap him?"
Fujino cast a sideways glance at her, leaning his body back, crossing his arms, his tone filled with helplessness and a touch of righteousness. "When we come face-to-face with the target, he's bound to see my face. Plus, I've already interacted with the target; there's no way I can show my real face and walk right up to kidnap him."
Pausing, he narrowed his eyes and continued, "Besides, I don't plan on bumping him off directly. Someone like him is better left for the police to handle. After all, the death penalty is guaranteed, and leaving a hidden identity risk is completely unnecessary."
"Oh?"
Vermouth narrowed her eyes at this, her gaze filled with curiosity as she said, "I thought you'd just kill him directly. After all, you, this Beika Batman, kill without blinking an eye."
With that,