[ There's a long, quiet moment when Bruce pauses, watching Moriarty and doing nothing- before he leans in, in, trespassing into the other man's personal space. His smile is too sharp, and all the niceties fall away. Bruce falls away, and only the Bat is left behind, menace and danger clear in ice blue eyes, in every inch of his skin. Looking at his inmate like he's a prey just waiting to be swallowed.
When he speaks, it's almost- almost the Bat's growl. But not quite. ]
If you like bite, I'm sure you'll love me.
[ Then, abruptly, he leans back as if nothing happens. ]
First rule, under no circumstances are you allowed to take a life, whether directly or indirectly. Do you need a clarification on that?
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Date: 2011-03-19 02:47 pm (UTC)When he speaks, it's almost- almost the Bat's growl. But not quite. ]
If you like bite, I'm sure you'll love me.
[ Then, abruptly, he leans back as if nothing happens. ]
First rule, under no circumstances are you allowed to take a life, whether directly or indirectly. Do you need a clarification on that?