"Hm."

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟! 🗡️- An independent portrayal of ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, also known as the infamous ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅ 🗡️ - More information will be posted underneath.

It is not, a Bat Grunt.

【Ｉ　𝐀𝐌　𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡．】

"Hm."

....Old?

Pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yes the moustache malone joke.... And the threat."

I did. Thank you, Richard....The card however was questionable.

Late. Bruce Wayne had a rather exciting birthday party.

Headache.

Didn't know he was in the neighbourhood. ... Fine. He'll be out soon.

A grunt is the initial answer, as he sits composing himself and the events of the past night before he speaks. "Could you pass me the painkillers?"

Split lip, ripped suit, drenched boots. It's been a long night.

There was a pull at his lips as he noted the reaction and nodded. "Good."

Is that a threat, Mary?

I GAVE THEM JUSTICE.

...

I wonder where they get it from.

I won't kill Jason either. He's just being dramatic.

And you're not at all concerned about yourself?

Long suffering sigh.

He'll deal with both of them later.

At least the Batmobile is relatively unscathed.

Jason no.

Hrm. Fine. Don't do anything stupid.

Arsenal. I don't suppose you and Jason are up to no good?

...

Give him back the arrows, Jason.

"Hrm."

NOBODY DIES TODAY.

"Hrm." He states in agreement. He knows this isn't like her, but it still doesn't make it look good. A gloved hand outstretches to her, and he asks. "The gem. It could have the killer's prints."

The Lamborghini Murciélago pulls up outside, the loud rev's of the car turn into a soft hum until he switches the engine off, he knows she's definitely hears him now. Stepping out, he goes straight to the passenger door, picking the bouquet of flowers off the seat and holds the door, awaiting her.

@undertheredhood.bsky.social Bruce walked slowly, his cape billowing behind him as the faint glow of the burning embers illuminated the desolate scene. In the center of the charred --

"...That doesn't begin to explain it."

I'll pick you up around eight?

Back popping as he stretches.

➳ IT STARTS WITH ONE SHOT.

|| if you saw me correct that no you didn't. How can I be dark and mysterious with spelling errors lol.

The playboy of Gotham smiles and waves, today has been one gala to the next. The other elite of Gotham flock to him and repeat the monotonous rehearsed speeches and smiles, all hoping to gain his favour...And he does the same in turn. All the same drivel repeated. Ballroom politics.

"Just clean up the mess after."

...Fine.

In the dimly lit alleyway, Batman glided silently, his dark cape fluttering like a spectre in the night. Shadows gave way as he carefully surveyed the scene. The trade would take place in four hours. a He decided his stake out spot and vanished into the darkness, leaving foreboding in his wake.