Blood on his hands, at least in part. Batman isn't interested in seeing any more of it shed by his adopted son, and so, using brute strength, he rolls over, Nightwing's hands still around his throat, so that he can crawl for the taser. Stars pop into his vision: the young man has one hell of a grip.
Sorry, old chum, he thinks bleakly as he reaches down and behind to jam the device against Nightwing's thigh.
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Date: 2006-11-13 09:51 pm (UTC)Sorry, old chum, he thinks bleakly as he reaches down and behind to jam the device against Nightwing's thigh.