He should have left, he knew it, he cursed himself for letting her get too close. He had let her approach, innocent and grateful, he shouldn't have done so. A careless mistake to let someone so unassuming get right next to him, or worse right in front of him. Now there was a dagger at his neck, that was not much of an issue. Even if it was sharp it had two inches of rubber to slice through. With it held right up to his neck there was little chance of her cutting straight through.<br/><br/>It didn't matter though, she had jabbed him with a syringe in the side, where his rubber suit was weakest, where he felt the liquid be squeezed inside of him. He was limited in what he could do, which was quite literally just stand there. He assumed moving his jaw to talk was about the extent of his allowance. Past that he would play things out and determine if she was right about the drug, he would know soon enough, his heart would tell him.<br/><br/>While he was by no means immune to any drugs, he was better prepared to deal with some more than others. He didn't have any antidotes on him for paralyzing agents, those were all back at the batcave, all he had on him was for fear toxins. Still he would be able to know if she was lying to him.<br/><br/>"I am not much for games. Tell me what it is you want and be done with me you fiend." He tried to sound threatening, which was a challenge given his condition and position. He remained rigid and stood straight while the rain continued to pour down upon the both of them.