Who is the Better Bat

*though I said this rather matter-of-factly, the disappointment and disgruntled sound in my voice was still blatantly present to anyone with an IQ more than that of a sea slug; which my tone also displayed my opinion that that was still giving the majority of Gotham's citizens far too much credit; I was secretly happy to be able to find someone of Nigma's intelligence to converse with, yet I had a secret hope that Nigma did not know this; the desire to tell him to leave me the hell alone while still hoping he would ignore me and continue conversing with me; such a debacle*

*fiddles with my opened black umbrella, twirling it in an absent fit of irritation as I perk it up higher above my head, shielding out the sun against my pale, almost grey, skin, slightly frowning at him*

(( OwO oh no oh my itS SO CUTE /)///w///(\ ono no omg thank you dear heart))

which means I want to interact… but I might be too shy to start anything. Just saying.

Actually… I can still talk as ManBat, albeit very grumbly and mostly monosyllabic, but words can be formed nonetheless, and I doubt Croc would be able to understand a bat. As for Croc… I’ve never actually met him as ManBat… Though, we have had some scientific dealings when he was looking for special chemical weapons to drain the reser—*ahem*… I, uh, I mean some, uh, special… props, to drain his… uh… place… where he sleeps… in the sewers. *ahem* Croc is actually rather intellectual and can be very articulate when he chooses to be. How do you think he’s been avoiding the Batman all these years? It sure isn’t dumb luck… *ahem*

…brats

Well, I grew up in a very busy household, and despite being older than most of my adopted siblings, I was and… well, still am, rather small… and… I don’t know… kids can be mean. I was bullied a lot growing up, in and out of the home. My adopted parents… they never really stood up for me, either. I still don’t know why they bothered adopting me… I hate being insulted, bullied, and hurt… Being nice or submissive never helped or made people leave me alone, so … I started hurting people. I just… figured it out from there. Being feared was the only way I was ever going to make sure I was never put into that kind of situation ever again.

Ugh… she’s, uh…….. I don’t know. My siblings and I are not on the best of speaking terms anymore…

((Ask me all the questions, EVERYTHING. I love getting questions, but I have no idea when I’ll be on to answer them. Work & school are hectic))

I— uh, noooo? And… I don’t like cooking over gas stoves… I use electric. Or, at least… that’s what’s in my apartment…

((Thanks so much! All of this info is all headcanon right now, just so you all know. Maybe now people will stop asking about Francine))