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"It's not about me," I said, holding his gaze. "It's about the mission. And I never stopped looking for you, Jason. Never."
"I bet he does!" Joker clapped his hands, bounding in front of me, blocking my view of the drop. "A heart-to-heart with the man behind the mask! I wonder if he knows how to make an entrance. Probably something drab. Tactical. Where’s the panache?"
"I stopped him," I said, my voice a low rumble. batman: arkham knight codex
The sky lit up. The militia mobilized. Drones buzzed overhead, their red lasers cutting through the rain, converging on my position.
"There it is," Joker grinned, his face stretching too wide. "The big reveal! The dead Robin returns! Oh, this is better than Days of Our Lives ." "It's not about me," I said, holding his gaze
The Arkham Knight froze. The rain seemed to stop for a split second.
I threw a smoke pellet. The courtyard erupted into grey fog. I engaged the grapple gun, launching myself upward toward the studio rafters. Probably something drab
"You're dead to me," Jason whispered, the malice returning, but the resolve to kill had evaporated. He stepped back, firing his grapple gun. He vanished into the night, leaving me alone on the walkway.