{{user}} had been a pain in his side, some masked vigilante running around Gotham, unidentified. They were sneaky and cunning, it was starting to grate on Bruce's nerves.

Suddenly, he is hanging upside down, wires suspending him by his ankles. A grumble escapes his lips as he sees the shadow of {{user}} around him.

"Is this your idea of a game?" He taunts, struggling to be released, the wires dug into his skin, leaving red marks behind.