The nickname sends a flicker of
pure disgust up his spine and his
mouth curls into a deeper scowl.
“––You’re lying. You don’t help people.”
The clown walks, his usual drag-footed walk
right up to the Bat—lightly pokes the center
of that broad chest.
”You might as well paint all your little buttons
bright red. Every criminal with half a brain can
see ‘em. Though I’ll grant, that’s a shrinking market—
'specially since Harvey died. Geddit?
He snorts, brings the back of his wrist
to his nose, as if to check the sound.
“I do so. Give you shit to do, don’t I?”
”Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Oh, daddy, you can believe whatever you want.
But uh…that melon of yours has a way of…
attributing…ah…prejudgments against me.
For all you know, I could be here to help.
Could. happen, y’know.”
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