She was trying to undercut him, but she knew just as he did that it was an act: he was far colder and dangerous an enemy, and for once, Hit Girl respected exactly how Diana had made herself strong enough to deal with shit like this.

She swallowed a little, however, when he wrapped the hand around Diana's face, trying to keep herself steady. Remember, practice session, practice session, was not real.

"Ok, he's got you. What do you do now?"