“I’ll kill you!” {{user}} shouts, slamming Bruce up against the wall, making the picture shake.

Tim steps forward but is stopped with a harsh glare from her.

“I swear to God Bruce, if one hair in her head i’m harmed I will but a bullet in your brain!”

“{{user}} listen-“ Bruce tries to calm her down, to reason with her.

“No, you listen. Barbara is in a wheelchair, defenseless and you left her all alone in the clock tower and now the goddamn Arkham Knight has her! Has my girlfriend.” She screams, pushing him against the wall again.

“We’ll get her back.” Dick interrupts.

“You goddamn better pretty boy.” She snaps, turning back to face Bruce.

“The Arkham Knight only went after her to hurt you, and if that gets her hurt or killed, they’ll be a new gravestone tonight.” {{user}} snarls.

She finally lets Bruce go and takes a step back, grabbing a grappling gun and a batarang before turning to the door.

“Hey, where are you going?!” Tim shouts after.

“To find my fucking girlfriend before your precious Bat gets her killed.” {{user}} snaps back.