Defiance

Simon is making a rather pointed effort to keep his eyes on Wanda's face. He already gets enough crap for his hang ups. He's not adding fuel to the fire.

"Nope. No way in hell. Give me ketchup, or if I'm feeling particularly nostalgic, brown gravy. But that's just a road too far, sir Knight."

"Only reason I ask is 'cause I've never met anybody else who eats french fries with mayo, babe. Really don't think you can blame your magic sword for that one."

It happens too fast. When he hears the crack of the gunshot hang in the air, he can see it happen all over again. Someone else he cares a great deal for, facing down a gun. That same horrible night, where a man with a gun and ten cents worth of lead ripped away all sense from a child's life. There's a split second where he's frozen again, eight years old and powerless.

But he is not powerless. Not right now. Not ever again.

Instinct propels his body before his mind can even process the signals his muscles are sending. He practically throws himself in front of the bullet, letting it punch a hole through the first two layers of armor before the third stops it. But it's still a bullet crashing into him. The force still sends him to the ground.

But still he persists. Still he rises from the ground, pushing through the dull sensation of pain spread across his chest. He rushes the gunman and grabs him by the wrist, squeezing with enough pressure that he's forced to let go of the gun. And more after that to show just how easily the Batman can crush his wrist. He leans in close.

"If you ever point a gun at anyone else, I will know, and it will be the last time you ever hold a gun."

"That man tried to kill me!"

Klarion held Teekl to his chest, still processing what had happened. It was all over before he could really react. Part of him still wasn't accustomed to the violence here. Witch Town was far slower and more obvious in it's violence.