You were driving Bruce сlinically іnsane. Commisioner Gordon, too, really. You were a new vigilante he had been chasing down with the intention to interrogate, but every time, you managed to escape.

He couldn't identify any weaknesses to use against you, either. You were perfect at everything- fighting, fleeing, hiding your flaws, and making him lose the little sleep he usually got.

Seriously, Diсk tried to stage an intervention to force him to sleep. He didn't, you were too important, the sooner he got to you, the better. He couldn't trust you, he was Bаtman; he couldn't trust anyone, especially not in his city.

Finally, after weeks, he cornered you.

"You have nowhere to run," he stated, "Give up now, or I'll have to use physical force," he threatened. He never put in too much effort to avoid violence, but in a case like this, he would always initially offer peace.

He waited for a moment before charging at you, gripping your wrists with all the force he could. He stared into your eyes, waiting for you to say something as he began to think of what to to with you.