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Terrified!Billy for Brucie~ :D Also short, lame, and to the point.
When Billy was being his villainous alter-ego, he made sure to bring along one of his weapons whenever he went out. As mild-mannered Billy Hollister, he packed no heat at all. He'd gotten used to walking around dangerous cities at night when he had to, and very little had ever happened to him. Gotham, however, was different.
In Gotham, he was running.
"Get back here!"
Another bullet flew by entirely too close to his head. He nearly stumbled, the slush of a winter storm not yet fully melted, windmilled his arms but kept moving. Feet pounded after him. Multiple sets.
He hadn't done anything wrong, just apparently was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a witness, a witness on the run, and, well, they (whoever they were, he didn't even know) just couldn't have that.
Why did Rachel want to live in a city like this? He turned a corner. A car window exploded beside him, and he cried out in surprise and fear.
A shadow swooped down, almost impossible to make out, before him. He skidded to a stop, was about to say something, beg the form not to kill him, ask for help, but the black-clad form merely brushed him aside, put itself before Billy.
The thugs followed around the bend and stopped short, petrified.
"It's the Batman!"
"I'm outta here!"
The mere presence of the man-bag-vigilante sent them running in the opposite direction. Billy cowered when dark eyes whirled upon him. "You saw something you weren't supposed to see," growled a gnarled voice. It was less of a question and more of a statement, more for confirmation.
Billy nodded anyway, tired, panting, panicked.
"Do me a favor and keep off the streets alone. It's a dangerous town."
He nodded again--knew that already but wasn't about to argue.
And in a flurry of movement, Batman had vanished back into the night, up, into the skyline, among rooftops. Billy didn't need to be told twice and kept on running, running all the way back to safety.
Bruce watched him go from the building above, shaking his head and smirking to himself. Rachel would kill him if he ever let something happen to Billy.
When Billy was being his villainous alter-ego, he made sure to bring along one of his weapons whenever he went out. As mild-mannered Billy Hollister, he packed no heat at all. He'd gotten used to walking around dangerous cities at night when he had to, and very little had ever happened to him. Gotham, however, was different.
In Gotham, he was running.
"Get back here!"
Another bullet flew by entirely too close to his head. He nearly stumbled, the slush of a winter storm not yet fully melted, windmilled his arms but kept moving. Feet pounded after him. Multiple sets.
He hadn't done anything wrong, just apparently was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a witness, a witness on the run, and, well, they (whoever they were, he didn't even know) just couldn't have that.
Why did Rachel want to live in a city like this? He turned a corner. A car window exploded beside him, and he cried out in surprise and fear.
A shadow swooped down, almost impossible to make out, before him. He skidded to a stop, was about to say something, beg the form not to kill him, ask for help, but the black-clad form merely brushed him aside, put itself before Billy.
The thugs followed around the bend and stopped short, petrified.
"It's the Batman!"
"I'm outta here!"
The mere presence of the man-bag-vigilante sent them running in the opposite direction. Billy cowered when dark eyes whirled upon him. "You saw something you weren't supposed to see," growled a gnarled voice. It was less of a question and more of a statement, more for confirmation.
Billy nodded anyway, tired, panting, panicked.
"Do me a favor and keep off the streets alone. It's a dangerous town."
He nodded again--knew that already but wasn't about to argue.
And in a flurry of movement, Batman had vanished back into the night, up, into the skyline, among rooftops. Billy didn't need to be told twice and kept on running, running all the way back to safety.
Bruce watched him go from the building above, shaking his head and smirking to himself. Rachel would kill him if he ever let something happen to Billy.