Dedication: To Woolf, my soul mate.
Repartee
Gina Ivy
"You realize of course, that ultimately your fate is in my hands..."
Batman wiped the smug look off of the drug dealers face by simply yawning at the threat. Furious Z reached around Batman's throat and started to squeeze. Batman, with his hands and feet tied behind him, knew he was powerless to stop the attack. As Batman's face reddened, Z attempted once more to explain the gravity of Batman's situation to him.
"You can not escape Dark Knight. You have been stripped of all your precious gadgets. You will die... however, if you wish to beg me for your sorry existence, you may do so now."
Releasing the pressure on Batman's throat, Z was surprised by how quickly Batman composed himself. Leaning his head back, Batman then jerked it forward spitting directly into his assailant's face. Z's backhanded slap was almost to fast for Batman to register but he felt it with a force that almost took his head from his shoulders. Blood filled his mouth as he watched Z smiling with satisfaction.
"I said BEG!"
"And I said..." Suddenly Batman repeated his earlier action, this time his blood mixed with his salvia as the spit hit Z in his right eye and dripped triumphantly down his outraged face.
The stream of obscenities was steady flowing and Batman used his foe's divided attention to work on the ropes. Just a little more.. Batman continued to have hope but when he saw the gun pointed at his head, he knew he had run out of time.
"Say your prayers Bat, or do bats pray?" The pistol cocked and Batman felt his breath catch. Mentally he tried to prepare himself for an eventuality he had always known would someday come. The ear splitting sound of glass breaking didn't even register to the Batman's ears at first, then all at once he was very aware of the dark acrobatic form that was systematically taking down Z and his room full of guards, all at the same time.
Cursing under his breath, Batman used the distraction to his advantage and after several strong tugs, managed to break free of the ropes that bound him. Aggravated, he noticed that Z, his Lt's and the various other drug dealing soldiers had all been taken out skillfully by the grinning young hotshot with raven hair.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"You're welcome." Nightwing seethed.
"You just jumped in with over twenty armed thugs! Don't you EVER pull a stunt like that again!"
"I saved your life!" Nightwing protested, his voice in a low growl, his arms and legs crossed as he leaned absentmindedly against a wall.
"You pulled a stupid stunt and you could have been killed, that is NOT ACCEPTABLE!!"
"I did what I had to do. No way was I just going to watch them cap you!"
"You could have waited until you had more of an advantage."
"Oh yeah! Like that was going to happen with you spitting in the guy's face. What was up with that anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"You SPIT in his face.. twice..YUCK."
"Well, excuse me if I don't have your knack for witty comebacks."
"So, you admit it then.."
"Admit what?"
"That I am the KING of quips- I alone rule supreme!"
Rolling his eyes exasperated, Batman let out a heavy sigh. "Now I remember why I fired you..."
Batman had to turn his attention to tying up Z and his men to avoid the pouty look he was being given.
"Hey! Your mean! And..and.. your butler dresses you funny!"
"Nightwing?"
"Yeah?"
"Do me a favor?"
"Anything for you- big pointy eared guy with long flowing cape."
"Next time?"
"Yeah?"
"DON'T save me..."