"He wouldn't now," she said, laughing. "No. Bitch, please. 'You don't know him like I do'? You knew him for what, two weeks? We're going on a year. I know him inside and out. I know what scares him, I know what he loves, I know what he hates. I know firsthand that I'm the most important thing in his life. I know his scar hurts sometimes. I know he's sorry you ever came into our lives, and he's sorry you even know about me because you're a sick, manipulative whore who'll use that to whatever advantage she can. I know he wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, because you had that much of a horrific impact on him. Don't act like he's still in love with you, because he isn't. I'm not threatened, and it's not going to work. I just want you out of our lives, because you're not going to win. Good game, but you're really fucking outmatched."

Robin was happy. She didn't think she'd ever be able to use a 'Bitch please' in real life.