“let her go.” batmans gravelly voice rung out into the empty space between where he was standing and where the joker had you by the hair, dangling you at the edge of the window he’d shot in. the wind whipped at your features as you hung half out of the tall building, trying to keep a defiant look on your face but you couldn’t help the pleading one that triumphed as your eyes locked with bruce’s.

“ooh. poor choice of words.” the joker’s eyes flared and a devilish smile poisoned his features as he simply did what he’d been asked. he let go. you didn’t even have enough oxygen in your lungs to scream as you fell fast and hard, grasping at the air around you as if you’d find any purchase.

you blinked and he was there; a blur of sleek black armour that had you completely enveloped as you abruptly fell atop a car. he’d wrapped you in any gear he could, and by some miracle you remained unhurt. he scrambled to look at you, eyes searching you frantically for any signs of injury.