The Batman's built his reputation on it, making the choices only a madman would make, surviving against impossible odds by virtue of nothing but his will and a lot of excellent toys.
Still, there's a part of Jason that hadn't expected him to actually walk into the room, to be here, huge in the black of his cowl and impossibly, terrifyingly real.
It takes a hand against the wall to him upright, but Jason's gun arm never wavers. "Why are you here?" he asks, and there's no tempering the hopelessness in his voice, nor the bewilderment. "I told you where they were, just leave." He blinks through the ashes in his hair, all that remains of the apartments one bathysphere higher, and feels his chin begin to waver. "You can't arrest me."
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The Batman's built his reputation on it, making the choices only a madman would make, surviving against impossible odds by virtue of nothing but his will and a lot of excellent toys.
Still, there's a part of Jason that hadn't expected him to actually walk into the room, to be here, huge in the black of his cowl and impossibly, terrifyingly real.
It takes a hand against the wall to him upright, but Jason's gun arm never wavers. "Why are you here?" he asks, and there's no tempering the hopelessness in his voice, nor the bewilderment. "I told you where they were, just leave." He blinks through the ashes in his hair, all that remains of the apartments one bathysphere higher, and feels his chin begin to waver. "You can't arrest me."