#twistedbat

THE  BREATHLESS  LITTLE  CHUCKLE  that  left  him  was  nothing  short  of  awkward  .  by  now  lazlo  had  learned  the  very  special  lesson  of  selectively  going  with  the  flow  .  some  things  one  has  to  fixate  on  ,  while  some  are  best  handled  with  a  simple  ‘  well  alright  then  .  ’

“  oh  me  oh  my  ,  now  that’s  ah  —  quite  the  spotlight-stealer  —  i’m  almost  jealous  .  ”

Pokes the one given the sign out of spite

“y-you’re not Batman.” she couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice no matter how hard she tried to keep herself together. the shadow alone should have told her but she wasn’t paying attention at the time. not until he -- they? -- made it obvious it was her they wanted. not until it was too late. panic was what drove her now/ eyes the thinnest of slits as she took in every wrong detail of the creature. looking for weaknesses, identifiers, details for description later should she survive this . it wasn’t Man-Bat, it wasn’t Batman, if she squinted she could see the Joker -- which sent a whole new wave of chills down the young girls spine and pulled her foot back behind her to shift her weight even farther away from this thing -- but nothing fit. nothing that made sense. nothing she could use to her advantage.

and she had not been so terrified in a long while.