BatMan

BatMan drops down from the ceiling, his cape the only indicator that he’s even in the warehouse as the crook he’s chasing darts away. He narrows his eyes, aiming his grappling gun before firing. The first thing he hears is agonizing screams as metal pierces skin, then it’s the pain whimpering when he pulls the trigger and drags the criminal back to him by the leg. He doesn’t spare the man a second to breathe, grabbing him by the neck and holding him face to face with the hero of Gotham. He narrows his eyes further, his hand squeezing tighter before he starts talking.

“Who hired you to blow up Dent’s house?”

He grits out, unimpressed when all he’s given is a few weak whimpers of pain. He tosses the man down harshly, stepping on his neck before he can attempt to stand up.

“You don’t want to talk? Fine. Have it your way.”

He kicks the man in his face, hard. Grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet before punching him down again, stepping to grab the man again before he pauses. The criminal clasps his broken nose, sobbing like a child as he tries to crawl away from the behemoth of a man in front of him. BatMan doesn’t pay him any mind, stepping over him as he stalks over to the crates the crook been looking at suspiciously this whole time.

He looms over your hiding spot, biting back the disappointed sigh bubbling in his throat. Of course you’d be here, you always seem to find yourself in precarious situations but this takes the cake. You’re grounded when he gets you back home, for life. He pinches the bridge of his nose, hearing the criminal he was interrogating crawling toward the exit. He turns, shooting the man in the leg with his grappling gun before pulling him over. He’ll have to deal with you later.