WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence, and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Okay, this is a very special chapter, and I don't really know why I picked this format, but I like it … don't know why, and I hope I'm not the only one.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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How much longer?
Six hours.
Six hours? This isn't going to work.
Shut up. It will.
These men can't be trusted.
Neither can we.
I think we should forget the whole thing.
Since when do you do the thinking? And besides, it's already going to happen, no matter what we do.
What about her visit?
Who's? Oh, you mean the only person on the planet that would ever come to see you?
She comes to see both of us. She likes us.
No she doesn't.
Then why does she visit?
…
Why?
…If you want to see her so bad, why don't you visit her?
You want to see her too, admit.
Alright! I do. Now just shut up.
What about the loose ends?
What loose ends?
You know we were heard.
He didn't hear anything.
He's one cell over, he heard.
Okay, then who's he gonna tell? And even if he did squeal, who's gonna listen to him? He's insane, remember?
Ha.
Shut up. Just because you're not the pillar of mental health doesn't mean I'm nuts.
But even so, shouldn't we do something about him?
What should we do? Kill him?
I don't want to kill him.
I do. I'd love to rip that stupid shit-eating grin right off his face.
Colorful.
We'll flip on it. Bad heads I get to rip his face off with a spoon. Good heads …
We leave him be.
What?! It was you're idea to do something about him, idiot!
Like you said, who's gonna believe him?
Oh, just flip the damn coin!