the dark knight: WHERE'S MY AWARD
(armorstainedred): YOUR AWARD IS ME CONGRATULATIONS
(armorstainedred): jk im dead the joker killed me
the dark knight: STOP REMINDING ME

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the dark knight: WHERE'S MY AWARD
(armorstainedred): YOUR AWARD IS ME CONGRATULATIONS
(armorstainedred): jk im dead the joker killed me
the dark knight: STOP REMINDING ME
theworldisafraidofus
"You'd figure a man, running around with guns, would catch the attention of one of Gotham's most feared protectors." He said, randomly firing an assault rifle loaded with blanks into the air on full auto.
"I mean, really. It shouldn't be hard to catch his attention in any way..." He said, reloading and firing once more into the air.
"You know... I've been active in Gotham for a long time... and I haven't met Batman once..."
"I'm starting to get the feeling the bastard's afraid of me."
"-Uh!"
The noise she made was deep, coming from her throat, and it caught in her mouth. It had been a while since anyone managed to sneak up on her and figures he would be able to do it. Part because he moves like her--with out sound--and part because she didn't expect him to seek her out. They hadn't spoken since she had decided to come back. Neither of them were exactly looking for an audience.
"It's, uh...it's you."
theworldisafraidofus started following you
"Who's there?!"
theworldisafraidofus said: “We’ll be getting take out for tonight’s lunch.”
"Really? Why's that? Is Alfred busy or something?"
theworldisafraidofus replied to your post “Franklin Nelson. We need to talk.”
“You are, in fact, not armed. Not in this place. Sit back.”
"Who are you, what do you want?" He reaches for his cell phone as well.
“Franklin Nelson. We need to talk.”
Foggy jumps at the voice. He drops his briefcase and looks into the shadows. "Stay back, I'm armed." He had a tube of pepper spray in his pocket.