Batman

*he frowns and pulls out his bat-grapple again* I hate to admit it but…these toilets are tough…*he throws the grapple at the toilet, hoping it'll get stuck on the eyes*

*it lasers the hock to your skull*

*he screams out in pain and drops the grapple* ow! *he pulls out a smoke bomb and throws it at the toilet*

*The infamous heavy footsteps echo through the rainy alleyway, 2 white ominous glowing eyes come into focus as the figure makes his way out of the shadows…it’s Batman* Who are you? *his teeth gritted*

I am your papa

My father….is dead. Don't joke about this….