There was a scuffle. Batboy had clearly dodged her attack. Cables whipped past her. All at once, he was visible with his hands wrapped around her wrists. My name is B A T M A N. She recoiled back against the wall slightly. He wasn’t old, certainly wasn’t as physically threatening as some people she had worked with, and yet there was something intimidating about him.
However, he seemed to have some sort of pride problem - the prototype lay forgotten a little further down the corridor. She refrained from glancing over to it - she could still win this yet.
“Grabbing hold of my wrists might not have been the best idea, sweetie,” She smirked, as ice slowly worked it’s way along her hands. As it touched his gloves, frosting the fingertips, she jerked her hands away, hoping the shock would loosen his grip. And if it didn’t - he’d better hope the bat-suit had anti-freeze.
Although he was still incredibly frustrated by her need to talk to him as if he was a child; the way she recoiled against the wall at his presence made him feel superior somehow. If he could inspire fear like that then he was the GODDAMN BATMAN and there was nothing anyone could say about it.
As he held her against the wall, he took the chance to look into her eyes. Honestly, he couldn’t make anything out from them. They were wild and icy like a snowstorm and it wasn’t as if Terry was an expert at reading eyes.
At her comment, he looked down at his hands and saw the ice slowly make its way up. The momentary distraction left him UNPREPARED when she jerked her hands away from him. The sudden action had him reeling backwards. “Lady, you really have no idea who you’re messing with do you?” He asked, pulling out two batarangs.















