"Hm."

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟!

🗡️- An independent portrayal of ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, also known as the infamous ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅ

🗡️ - More information will be posted underneath.

It is not, a Bat Grunt.

【Ｉ　𝐀𝐌　𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡．】

"Hm."

....Old?

Pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Yes the moustache malone joke....

And the threat."

I did. Thank you, Richard....The card however was questionable.

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ᅠAN INDEPENDENT PORTRAYAL OF DC ' S GREEN LANTERN , PENNED AND LOVED BY LOGAN.
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Late. Bruce Wayne had a rather exciting birthday party.

Headache.

Didn't know he was in the neighbourhood.

...

Fine. He'll be out soon.

A grunt is the initial answer, as he sits composing himself and the events of the past night before he speaks.

"Could you pass me the painkillers?"

Split lip, ripped suit, drenched boots. It's been a long night.

There was a pull at his lips as he noted the reaction and nodded.

"Good."

Two, one, now."

Reading him perfectly, they dived out the window in sync, like a pair of swans dancing on the water. Shattered glass glittered around them as they begun to descend and their faux fighting was afoot.

Preparing his grapple, he quickly calculated the next move as he barked.

"Hit me in....three --

Is that a threat, Mary?

Your life." He glanced at her, meaning the words as they sped towards their location and he added.

"And I promise not to threaten to buy the whole place like last time."

Pathetic of him almost. A widening of his smirk had him turn the next corner at a rapidly gaining speed, the slightly reckless driving was only a small thrill in their books and a slice of cheeky fun for them both in their regular lives.

"Then I will show you the best night of --

Bruce couldn't help it, the catching brief gazes at her. No matter what Selina dressed in, he always found himself looking like a love sick puppy. There was something about the way she embodied herself that forever had him wanting to stare, --