[ Stiles looks her up and down, exaggeratedly, taking notice of her kind of huge shoes and adding on wryly: ] I think those probably cover you.

[ Not like much else does but. Holy jesus, Ep, you're like seriously hot. This is a major problem. Stiles reaches back behind him and tugs out his cape behind him, rolling his head back. ] Unforrrrtunately. [ R's drawn out for emphasis. ] Seeing as how you're Catwoman, I'm probably gonna have to stop you in your tracks. I am the Dark Knight, after all.

[ More like the dork knight amirite. ]