“You know you’re not supposed to leave the tower,” he hissed, grinding his teeth in discontent. “He’s here. He’s in this city and his eyes are open. You’re damn lucky he hasn’t spotted you.” The Joker could have been anywhere. It wouldn’t surprise him if he showed up right below him, if he was listening in, if he was close enough to hear.
The younger Batman’s back was turned away from him. He wasn’t able to stare into his eyes, wasn’t able to see his face and whatever emotion was being expressed there.
Cassandra’s voice came in over the communication links and Batman looked away from Terry to answer her. “He went back to the sight.” He didn’t think that he needed to go into further detail about location. She’d know what he was talking about. “He’s hallucinating. I’m bringing him back to the tower if you want to meet us there.” His line of sight rose back to Terry, Terry who was talking and unwell and hearing things that he wouldn’t wish on anybody.
The tone that he used softened out, became mellower. Snarling at him wasn’t going to help. If Terry was in his right mind, he wouldn’t have cared how he sounded. It wouldn’t have mattered to him.
He picked up his step. “You need to come with me. You’re not ready to be back out here. This is making it worse.”