( bruce isn't in the mood to play games. especially with a punk who seems to enjoy using him as an emotional trigger for his own misplaced anger. so when the batarang comes β when he makes it obvious what he's doing, he twists to let it fly past him and that's when he catches sight of the gun coming out. it's all quick when it happens. the narrowing of bruce's eyes beneath the thick black greasepaint, the bullets fired off without so much as a second thought, and the way shadows seem to swallow bruce up β make him disappear into them and, seemingly, into the night as well.
that's not entirely the case, as he reappears a little ways behind from jason, out of the shadows just as he had disappeared into them. )
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that's not entirely the case, as he reappears a little ways behind from jason, out of the shadows just as he had disappeared into them. )
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