Something about the thought of Batman ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ him makes his toes curl in his penny loafers.
โJust admit that you need help. Come on, just one little word and Iโll get you out of this.โ
โ Iโve gotten out of worse, โ he replied.
Batmanโs arms and legs move, subtly, but they do. Heโs an escape artist โโ and, of course, was taught such an art by a magician. Itโd be as simple as whispering a little command.
But they didnโt need to know that.
โTskโTsk.โ
One hand falls to his hip, the other on his chin. His head is tilted, eyeing the very interesting looking contraption.
โYouโre in quite a pickle, arenโt you? Wouldnโt it be nice if someone was around to help you get ๐๐ง๐๐.โ
โ Even if I could โโ you wouldnโt be committed to the idea at all. โ
Take another step forward โโ heโs close to breaking out of this weak contraption that Waller thinks can hold him. After what heโs done to himself? The Titan formula is a joke.
โThen help me, Bats.โ
He stands before him, arms spread outwards, willing him to step forward and take ๐๐ค๐ก๐ of him.
โIโm a classic case of a fatherless home. I need all the help I can get. Who knows what someone like me can do without the proper treatment.โ
โ I donโt. โ
He reinforces.
โ Youโre deluded, psychopathic, and in desperate need of the most extreme help. โ
Of course, there was more he had to say. But the last thing he wanted to give Joker was the satisfaction of getting an emotional rise out of him.
He has all but forgotten their previous conversation moments before at the threat of the brutal altercation to possibly come.
โAnd here I thought I had to blow up a childrenโs hospital for you to notice me. You do care about me, donโt you?โ
Though a hint of sarcasm rears itโs
โ Blunt force trauma to the head for starters, โ Batman responds.
No, heโs not ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ฆ this violent. But there is the literal opposite of a โ soft spot โ in his head when it comes to the Joker. And maybe itโs been a while since Jokerโs been hit, but his punches
One corner of his upper lip twitches with disdain from her meaningless question.
โOf course, ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐๐ฎ. Youโre the only one that makes me feel likeโ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ.โ
Thereโs no pleasantries in his final word.
โOooh~!โ
Thereโs a sing-songy melody in his excitement. Thereโs always something different about the way Batman threatens him. Heโs seen as an equal to him. Unlike someone like the ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ. A disgusting little pest.
โTell me more about how you plan to do this.โ
โ Iโll make sure you donโt remember this entire interaction, โ He spat.
He didnโt ๐ง๐๐๐ the team โโ but in comparison, he had the better team. Whatever Waller threw at him, whoever, wouldnโt get over on him. And if they ever did โโ they were better off not giving him
"You're more boring than I remember.
Then again, I don't remember this morning.--HA!"
That was truly pathetic. The Batman he knows and loves didn't need a group of super powered douchebags to back him up. My how times change for the worst.
โ It was figurative. โ
His โ guns โ were the Justice League. If Batman had gone as far as to use lethal force willingly, they probably would not be having this conversation.
"Guns, Batsy? Has someone turned a new leaf and started using more manly weaponry?
I always told you that the nerf guns was kids stuff. It's time you upgraded to the real stuff."
โDonโt you just hate when they get ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ? Someone should teach them a lesson.
I suggest an old fashioned method. You start with removing a finger until the whole hand is gone.โ