It go limp in his hand, to which he comically frowns. "Well, that's no good."
He pauses to think, tapping his chin with a gloved finger. Sure, he's not likely to catch Batman's attention with press from outside of Gotham... but there was always a possibility. "Let me just grab my pen," he grins, tugging something from his coat pocket— a seemingly normal black pen — and lets
❝I am Fear…. When I gazed into the abyss, the abyss looked away…. Fear is a tool, it’s my tool. The shadows hide me, and they fear what may lurk in those shadows…❞ #ᴰᶜᴿᴾ#ᴹⱽˢᴿᴾ ᴿᵀ 🖤 ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡ ᴾᵒʳᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ
There's a low chortle as he riles the little sport up, lipstick staining his upper teeth as he bites back something louder; more disruptive. He raises a palm in surrender, backing up a step to show that he had no intention of trying again. "A funny one, I hope—!" He snickered.
The flash catches his attention, and he saunters over, reaching to pluck the camera from the boy’s hands. "Hey, Hey kid— you wanna hear a joke?"
I'm going to the corner store. Do you want a blue slush? Or my cold, dead heart on a silver platter?
Tick-tock, Bats!! Or POP goes the weasel!! HAhaaHahaahHahHAAH!!
What's that? Fanfare? The more color appears in Gotham's streets, the nearer everyone knows he is— but the sound of tinny jack-in-the-box tones is signal only to those who know him. "Come one, come all!! For an astounding performance like you've never seen before, and you'll NEVER see again."