*: ･ﾟ✧ batman: arkham city ( part two.)
feel free to change pronouns, etc!
“ let them go, or these people all get a bullet in their heads.”
“ i think you should do what he says.”
“ it would be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit.”
“ what do you think? like it?”
“ i’m not feeling myself.”
“ i’m not doing so good.”
“ that’s not what i meant.”
“ i’ve seen more smarts from these bozos.”
“ i’ve gotta run.”
“ don’t you move.”
“ you’re safe. stay quiet.”
“ stay back, __. stay back!”
“ you’ll be okay.”
“ wait here, and don’t make a noise.”
“ keep the bad guys out.”
“ we’re a team, let’s keep it that way.”
“ thank god you got here.”
“ i thought you’d settle for a quiet desk job.”
“ what happened back there wasn’t your fault.”
“ if she’s alive, i’ll find her.”
“ you concentrate on securing this place.”
“ it should keep you safe.”
“ well, look who it is.”
“ i haven’t seen you for– how long has it been?”
“ oh, that’s right! you left me to die.”
“ you probably don’t remember it that way, but who cares?”
“ you just need to worry about the bombs.”
“ hurry up, now. clock’s ticking. five… four…”
“ was there ever any doubt?”
“ listen up, dumbass, and listen carefully.”
“ protect it with your life, because if you fail…”
“ have you tried the front door?”
“ why didn’t i think of that?”
“ it was obviously too easy.”
“ the only way in would be… no, it’s suicide.”
“ please, i did my best!”
“ well, you should’ve tried harder.”
“ kill, kill, kill, kill!”
“ help me!”
“ i want this one to suffer a little longer.”
“ you know what you got to do.”
“ he’s gonna pay for screwing me over.”
“ i need it back, like, yesterday!”
“ i’ll kill you!”
“ what the hell are you doing here?”
“ you’re supposed to be dead!”
“ you can just stay down there and burn!”
“ i’m sure you’ll find a way.”
“ no, not scared exactly, but, well… he broke three of my ribs and my arm.”
“ better make sure you don’t come too close, then.”
“ easier said, than done, man.”
“ you’ve never seen me in action.”
“ it’s off the chart. i don’t know how you’re still alive!”
“ please, just let me go.”
“ this was supposed to be your last chance to make things good.”
“ can you stand?”
“ what’s wrong with these people?”
“ there’s something in your blood. some kind of toxin. it’s killing you.”
“ do you know what he’s talking about?”
“ ah-ah, isn’t that information supposed to be confidential?”
“ what’s happening?”
“ at least they won’t be getting in. we’re safe, right?”
“ what the hell are you doing?”
“ why? you chicken?”
“ how did you get out of the smelting chamber?”
“ don’t you know i’m sick?”
“ no place to hide, __.”
“ why? why, why, why, whyyy?”
“ you! leave us alone! just leave me with him.”
“ get out of my way, __.”
“ i said MOVE.”
“ this is all your fault!”
“ and for what? why are you so mean?”
“ surprise! you fell for the old fake-__ gag.”
“ no one’s who you think they are, why spoil the fun?”
“ it was all a lie. there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“ nice of you to say, but you of all people should know, there’s plenty of wrong with me.”
“ take my blood for example. i wish somebody would. this stuff is killing me.”
“ why should i care?”
“ oh, come on! don’t tell me it’s not what you’ve always wanted.”
“ look, we’re running out of time. i need your help.”
“ so we both die. i’m fine with that.”
“ what are you talking about?”
“ never heard of it.”
“ i’m listening.”
“ is someone feeling a little down?”
“ what do you want?”
“ oh, cheer up. it won’t kill you… oops.”
