[He's not entirely aware what's happening, but Robin is pulling him and for some reason his reflexes are failing him, and he's falling forward and he's off his feet and he's on the ground. Walls around him.
He doesn't wait, doesn't think; he springs back up to his feet, whipping around, driving for the only exit but he's too slow and the force field is already in place when he reaches it.
Caged in. He's not exactly un-used to it. But usually it's not in the hands of the enemy.
The Talon backs away from the threshold (he can recognize that getting past it from this side is pointless). He throws a glance around the cell, looking for any other kind of weakness or opening for him to exploit, but he knows that the Batman wouldn't make that kind of mistake. The man is good and that's exactly the problem.
He's trapped. And still exposed. He wants to go back to the Court but they'll never take him back now. He's not as afraid of dying as he is at the thought that he is now completely alone.
He doesn't really care what the kid is saying anymore, or that he's gloating and smirking and everything else that made him feel angry before. He's stopped, that weird way he has of hesitating that looks like he's waiting when he's not, and with his mask gone it's easy to see the roll of emotion in his eyes-- shock, anger, fear, most of it dwarfed by shame-- that he's trying to hide, and all in all he just looks a little lost, like he can't comprehend the new state of the surroundings.
In the end he just sits on the ground, crossing his legs in front of him, placing his hands between them, and staring at the floor. Waiting for a repercussion before he can plan another move.]
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He doesn't wait, doesn't think; he springs back up to his feet, whipping around, driving for the only exit but he's too slow and the force field is already in place when he reaches it.
Caged in. He's not exactly un-used to it. But usually it's not in the hands of the enemy.
The Talon backs away from the threshold (he can recognize that getting past it from this side is pointless). He throws a glance around the cell, looking for any other kind of weakness or opening for him to exploit, but he knows that the Batman wouldn't make that kind of mistake. The man is good and that's exactly the problem.
He's trapped. And still exposed. He wants to go back to the Court but they'll never take him back now. He's not as afraid of dying as he is at the thought that he is now completely alone.
He doesn't really care what the kid is saying anymore, or that he's gloating and smirking and everything else that made him feel angry before. He's stopped, that weird way he has of hesitating that looks like he's waiting when he's not, and with his mask gone it's easy to see the roll of emotion in his eyes-- shock, anger, fear, most of it dwarfed by shame-- that he's trying to hide, and all in all he just looks a little lost, like he can't comprehend the new state of the surroundings.
In the end he just sits on the ground, crossing his legs in front of him, placing his hands between them, and staring at the floor. Waiting for a repercussion before he can plan another move.]