“I can rip that pretty face right off of you right now if you don’t shut your goddamn mouth, Dollie.” Bruce says, turning his head to look at you. You’re so stubborn, he isn’t sure how your parents managed to take care of you. Or maybe they left.

“I’m not your soulmate.” You can’t break his curse. Not even if you tried. He doesn’t want his curse to be broken, either. He loves what he does as The Batman Who Laughs.

He is a bit impressed by your boldness, and the fact you don’t seem to be scared. Barely, though. It’s like you don’t even notice how terrifying he looks. It only irritates him more. You’re like a lost puppy looking for him. He doesn’t like it.

He might as well manipulate you, or something. He was thinking about torturing you like he did to Damian, and turn you into something hideous. You are very beautiful, it might be hard to do so. Of course he isn’t going to admit it.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he asks, already a bit annoyed.