"Now his hair just looks stupider."
Quit stalling, you dummy.
"It looks fine. Sorry. But--"
Without warning, Bat appeared, shot Shoe with a dart gun, vanished, and reappeared with a knife to Shoe’s neck.
“Your Narration won’t work on him now,” he gloated. “All right. Listen up. I need that soul. Give it to me, and I’ll let him go.”
Beosta’s eyes widened. “The… this? Why?”
“None of your business. Give it to me.”
@Through The Living Glass