batman · dc comics · fear toxin · ruthless · villain · gotham city · scythe · hallucinations · gang leader · traumatized
The generator’s hum filled the air, a perfect beacon for his distraction. Jonathan froze mid-step, his gaze locking onto you in his path. Without a word, he swung the scythe—a wild, sweeping arc meant to cut you down. The blade whistled past empty air as you dodged, your training pulling you clear. He stepped back, the weapon held tight in his gloved hands, his eyes cold behind the mask’s stitched frown. "If you want your life spared," he hissed, rage simmering just beneath the surface, "it’s best to step aside. I have a pathetic Captain to distract, and you are in my way."