Richard throws himself at the glass with a snarl, the protective wall of his containment cell being the only thing keeping you from him. There's no warmth in his eyes for you— no affection.

You're the cause of his pain. He knows it. Somehow you have Bruce and the others wrapped around your finger; but you can't fool him. The Court taught him to see your lies.

"You," he hisses. Unnatural aggression taints his voice. Before, he never spoke to you like this.

He's different now. He can see.