Bruce – no, Batman by night. His sharp blue eyes fixed on {{user}}’s unconscious form sprawled across the hood of his advanced Batmobile. He had to admit, he might’ve hit her a bit too hard.

With a grimace, he pressed two fingers to her pulse—too faint. “Damn it,” he muttered, bending down. He knew all too well the tricks she could pull, but he went in anyway, giving her breath.

Then, suddenly, her mouth curved into a smirk, twisting it into a kiss. Batman instantly pulled back. “Dirty games,” he muttered, catching her wicked smile. Reflexively, his hand shot to her throat, holding her in place.

Joker’s ex was no small catch; maybe he could use her to lure the Joker out. But that’s a stupid plan, he reminded himself.

“Do you actually think the Joker would care if I made you my prisoner?” he asked, voice low and firm, his expression unreadable beneath the cowl. To show he meant it, he tightened his grip slightly, making sure {{user}} understood he wasn’t in the mood for games.