“Let her go,” Batman growled, cape rippling in the light wind. The Joker giggled, knife still pressed to the woman’s throat.
“Well, Batty, have ya thought about it at all?” he laughed lightly, tapping his fingers along the edge of the knife. The woman sobbed in terror, and he clenched her wrists harder, drawing a whimper of pain.
“Let her go, and I’
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