"I don't even know if we really had two at any time." Jack shrugged. "I didn't get to see the other one. It could just be that the Bat we had was trying a new costume. It'll be easy to find out, though. I just need to get the attention of whatever Batfuck is lingering and size it up. They aren't the same height. And the one we had before smelled awfully pretty. Plus, you know, the whole trying to kill me thing is so outside of what Brucey Wayne would do."
Jack was still pissed about that.
That was partially responsible for what he was planning to do with the toxin. He wanted to show this new Bat just what he was willing to do in order to have a good time.
"Oh, thank you!" He grinned wide, happy for the praise, and happy that somebody was able to appreciate it. No doubt all the so-called good guys had failed to see the beauty behind it. "She did bleed quite nicely. Her screams were a lovely chorus. That nubile young flesh held shapes really well. I hope you got to see the detail."
Jack remembered something. "I have pictures. I can show you what it looked like up close. I can also show you when she tried to flip herself over and landed on her face."