Quick! To the Bat-fax!

"Owen! How's it going? Still secretly killing aliens?"

"Dammit, Roy, I'm a doctor!"

"I know, I know. But seriously, how's it going?"

"Pretty good, I suppose. I did sort of die."

"Yeah? Know how that is."

"Yeah, I'm a zombie now."

"Huh. Sounds interesting."

"Sort of sucks. Can't eat, drink, breathe, feel pain..."

"Not so fun."

"Have sex..."

"Oooh, I'm so sorry, Owen. That sounds terrible."

"Yeah, it really is. So how's Lian?"

"Lian? Pretty good. Recently started reading everything she could get her hands on."

"Great girl. Think she's going to be a superhero like her dad?"

"I hope not. But I wouldn't be surprised."

"Me neither."

"Anyway, I gotta go. Need to pick Lian up in a half hour."

"Good luck, Roy."

"You too, Owen. Hope you get better from the zombie thing."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Bye!"

"Later, Owen."