𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 ''𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚'' 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒔

〝Seriously? all these guys and I get stuck with 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓-𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆?! I mean c'mon! You're so tiny.〞 Betty would take the opportunity to grip that iconic red leather jacket, lifting him up to her eyeline 〝But, I respect you for having the balls to try, so if you §

〝yeah, sex sells and all. But fuck that, if I've got to dedicate my sunday to something I want it to be kickin' the ass of every super powered crackpot within a five mile radius. So, who wants a good 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑯 first?〞

𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓?

〝𝒉𝒆𝒉. At least you're smarter than the last 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 I came into contact with. after the last time, kids with alien watches are a surefire way to 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇.〞

〝That's . . . debatable.〞

It's a bit much . . . Still, at least you're better looking than the other "devils" 〞 she'd chuckle briefly to herself before shrugging 〝Kinda' sad that I'm at a point in my life where talking to the devil from another multiverse doesn't phase me anymore.〞

〝𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙?!〞 Betty retorted with an air of sarcasm, waving it off both figuratively and literally 〝How many of you are there? I'm starting to think every day a new person that pops up claiming they're the devil. demons, lucifer, Mephisto, the one below all §

As she spoke she'd once again revert to her regular self, retrieving the glasses she'd tossed away previously before wiping off the dirt and placing them back on her face. 〝Though I can't lie I was hoping to at least budge the thing, that's magic for you.〞

With one final, irritated grunt upon finally stopping her struggle, Betty would pace her breathing. the anger subsided, a jovial sigh soon escaping her lips now curved up lips as she'd begin readjusting her longer, dark, red striped hair. 〝Well, it was worth a try.〞 §