@tragediknight liked x for a para starter.
Mary knows from experience she doesnât fear the Bat in the same way many of her fellow rogues do â heâs never hit her, never needed to, and the sight of him brings no terror of flying fists and heavy bruises. But she feels a very particular kind of horror over him. It sits, an ache in her chest, the fear of his judgement. He makes her feel shame, and itâs something she rages against.
Kidnapping the kid had been a stupid choice. A few months of pulling ransom jobs successfully had gone to her head and sheâd aimed a little too high, a rich father just a tad too important â people cared for this kid. It makes her hate him more.
She had backed herself into a corner, shoved the kid onto his knees to keep hold of him by the hair. It turns him into her very own human shield, and as Batman takes a step closer the seven-year-old becomes a human shield with a gun to his head.
âLeave me alone,â she snaps, voice harsh and biting. Itâs quiet in the apartment building otherwise, and that sends another note of hysteria coursing through her blood â no one left but her. âEither I walk out of here, or you take him back to his daddy in a body bag. Got it?â Her eyes, wide and somehow still accusatory, watch the caped crusader past a head of curls.