This was it--the adrenaline, the hair on the back of his neck. He was frightened. He was frightened and he was delighted about it, even though the pain in his chest was more than enough to sent a normal person spiraling into shock. It was sheer will, really, and he brought a hand up to take off his mask, smile wide. He had a feeling this was what the Joker felt, too.
"They thought it was Batman. He doesn't use guns, no--I have it on good authority he dislikes them." And still, he rattled off an address of a rather dilapidated building, laughter choked with a cough. Blood.
"Excellent. Excellent--do you feel that, Mr. Tillman? Your hair raising? Your breath quickening? It's fear. I'm scared."
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This was it--the adrenaline, the hair on the back of his neck. He was frightened. He was frightened and he was delighted about it, even though the pain in his chest was more than enough to sent a normal person spiraling into shock. It was sheer will, really, and he brought a hand up to take off his mask, smile wide. He had a feeling this was what the Joker felt, too.
"They thought it was Batman. He doesn't use guns, no--I have it on good authority he dislikes them." And still, he rattled off an address of a rather dilapidated building, laughter choked with a cough. Blood.
"Excellent. Excellent--do you feel that, Mr. Tillman? Your hair raising? Your breath quickening? It's fear. I'm scared."