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Man-Bat continued flying, course set for outside the city. He was aiming at the place where the lights turned into road and the trees and rocks beside it. His screech was less to prove a point and more just to screech. The inkling of rage had festered. It was less of an inkling. The cord loosening hadn't even been a factor. He beat his wings. Tired. He rotated his ears back. He flew a bit higher, but not much.

 Lady Vic eased up and allowed the beast to travel in the direction it desired, noticing that it that it seemed to want to head towards the outskirts of Gotham, or even to leave it entirely, judging by it’s continued ascent. She could only hope that this was because the creature was leading her somewhere, rather than simply trying to put distance between them and the harsh lights and sounds of the city streets. The creature appeared to be growing weary, and she didn’t fancy having to walk all the way across town in full costume to get home if this was all a wild bat chase.

 The bat continued to climb higher and higher, to the point where the city below began to resemble a blur of streetlights and smoke, and the air felt uncomfortably cold. She knew if the creature travelled much further, she wouldn’t be able to tell where she was. With a sharp sigh, she pulled on the reins, urging the beast to turn back around. There was no point in getting lost and possibly hypothermic, but at least she could get a free ride home.

 Man-Bat screeched as the cord tightened around his neck, forcing his head around. The goal, the outside of the town with no lights, no noise, it was swung from view. The turn wasn't great, he lost altitude out of sheer surprise, sheer forgetting to beat his wings. He flailed, getting the rhythm of flying again. In front of him, the tops of buildings, lights, the maze of streets. He bucked in a halfhearted attempt to get her off his back. There was no way. She was like an itch he could not scratch. He started flying lower, lower. If he couldn't get out of the city than he'd land on a building. Just to get her off.

 Lady Vic had a brief moment of panic as the bat lost altitude, had she pulled to hard? Injured the beast? Or even, worse caused it to lose consciousness? However, her worry was short-lived as its wings soon began to flap again. The assassin just clung tighter, clutching the creature’s fur as it stubbornly tried shake her loose. She smirked at his attempt, as her parents had always told her, those who were hardest to break in were usually most worth the effort. The bat began to rapidly descend as she steered it towards Gotham Heights. “Just old on a moment, Pet.” She urged it as imposing silhouette of her apartment building came into view. “If you want to land so badly, we will.” She leaned in, signally the bad downwards, down towards her spacious penthouse balcony. She braced, herself, if the rest of the trip was any indication the landing would not be an easy.

 Man-bat flew downward to the closest building. And then he landed. It was more like a crash- he landed on his side and slid and stood up. He flailed, trying to get her off him, trying to get the cord off him, just trying to get free so he could fly away as far as possible from this woman and her cord.