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I'd like to see this really come out. So, the team are interrogating a villain. Maybe he's just being really, really stubborn and won't tell them anything. Maybe he's taunting them, particularly Robin, and goes one step too far.
However it happens, Robin flips his lid and starts to break out the big guns - the real intimidation. Laughing; creepy faces; looming; mind-screwy dialogue; hell, throw in some creepy nursery rhymes whilst you're at it (because nursery rhymes are, by nature, creepy as hell).
By the end, both the villain and the team are left highly disturbed.
Go for it, anons!
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All in all, though, it's a grand idea. I'll.. I'll try.
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It was a horrid, horrid thing. The mother had been first. It was a single family of four, a young boy and girl, and a mother and father. Methodist-raised and church-going, volunteers, happy and loving and wonderful and rich, and constantly giving it away, they were a wonderful family. Robin knew it himself, they had been at a few of the tamer charity events, the ones that weren’t flocked with scummy women and smirking old men (that Robin had also seen in clubs with 22 year olds on their laps, drunk and slurring, he didn’t want to think about it).
But this was a warm and welcoming family of four, and Two-Face was having absolutely none of it.Batman had handled him first, and Two-Face just sat there, smirking, eyebrow (non-plural) drawn low over his eyes, and it had seemed like the Joker was rubbing off on him. He didn’t say a single word ( ... )
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Before he knows it, he’s walking.
The entire room is dark, except for the single light over the desk where Two-Face is handcuffed too, and for a split second, he looks terrified. But then his face shuts down, and his eyes narrow.
“Quit playing with me.”
Ahh, a few words; It feels good. But Robin is spilling with hatred, and he walks without a sound to the right of him, slowly, circling, and takes on the young boy’s voice. Marcus was his name, he was barely 11 and he was so cute, the happiest little kid he’d ever seen, and his brown hair always fell over his forehead and it was tousled in defiant tufts that his mother painstakingly combed down for charity events.
His team was staring, now, he could feel them, the soft whispers in their minds, what is he doing..?
Robin knew what he was doing.
He was going to scare the answer out of him ( ... )
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I hope you continue this!
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Can't wait for the next part!!!
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Hoooooly....
Anon, you amaze me.
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Oh, why, thank you so much! I haven't written in a long time, I'm so glad this was acceptable!
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Robin mimicking the voices of the children...ingenious. I actually felt myself shivering at Robin's description...
Thank you so much for filling this! You made my day. :)
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