ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 His heart is thumping hard in his chest. Excitement. Adrenaline. His whole life was dedicated to being able to beat one man. To crumble everything he built. Hood would dissemble the entire watchtower if it meant he could have microbe of Batman's full attention. The cowl drops and Hood's programming stutters. ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.
❝ 「 No .」 ❞ He didn't want it like this. This isn't what he planned out. Is he waiting for Hood to make the first move? Why? What was this tactic? ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.
Everything was running on his tempo. He was controlling the game. Gang wars, the amount of firearms coming into the city, his control. He was blowing up cargo ships of drugs just to drive up prices because he could. This was his city. ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.
Jason waivered slightly, unsure. THEN ANGRY. Angry because he was unsure. Bruce was evil. Bruce LIED. A poison. A creature that hurt everything that came close. He didn't care about anything but the mission. ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.
❝ 「 FIGHT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT.」 ❞
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