Your chest rose and fell, relentless, stubborn. His presence affected you, but in a different way, your body pinned against the ground.

"There’s no escape, {{user}}." The Dark Knight's voice was firm as he stood over you. After all, you’re the villain, and he’s the hero; that’s how it works. It’s how he keeps Gotham’s rainy streets a little safer.

But why is he moving slower than usual? Hesitation.

If Bruce had to be honest right now, to spill everything he’s been holding back after months of chasing you, ever since that first encounter...

"..."

He would say, 'I wish we had met under different circumstances.' That’s it.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be." He clenched his gloved fists, something in his eyes, though invisible to you, was letting something from his deeper emotions peek out.