"This isn't about my guard, Androvitch. This is about our deal. Do you--"
A rustle in the distance. A gunshot.
"It's the Bat!" There was screaming. Chechen being spoke and then another one. The police had arrived, it seemed--and one had gotten close to Crane in the combat.
He dispensed the fear toxin with ease due to the chamber he had slipped on his wrist, immediately causing the thug to howl in terror. Behind his mask, despite his odds, Crane was laughing.
"That's not the Batman," He assured, pressing his back into the van next to Tillman, looking more than amused. There was a laugh, there--an oddly displaced, oddly crowing laugh.
"That's NOT THE BATMAN," He shouted. More gunshots--the police had found them, it seemed. Sliding down the van, Crane continued to laugh as the spray hit the van. His laughter was cut short by a sharp pain in his shoulder, and Crane wound up coughing, clasping the suddenly wounded area and letting out a low grunt.
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"This isn't about my guard, Androvitch. This is about our deal. Do you--"
A rustle in the distance. A gunshot.
"It's the Bat!" There was screaming. Chechen being spoke and then another one. The police had arrived, it seemed--and one had gotten close to Crane in the combat.
He dispensed the fear toxin with ease due to the chamber he had slipped on his wrist, immediately causing the thug to howl in terror. Behind his mask, despite his odds, Crane was laughing.
"That's not the Batman," He assured, pressing his back into the van next to Tillman, looking more than amused. There was a laugh, there--an oddly displaced, oddly crowing laugh.
"That's NOT THE BATMAN," He shouted. More gunshots--the police had found them, it seemed. Sliding down the van, Crane continued to laugh as the spray hit the van. His laughter was cut short by a sharp pain in his shoulder, and Crane wound up coughing, clasping the suddenly wounded area and letting out a low grunt.