Only semi-aware of Robin flipping around someone near him, Knives continued to draw his power in, a searing fire that raged, wreaking havoc on his insides. He doubled over, the agony of it as well as the very distinct discomfort of the two extra appendages sprouting between his shoulder blades making it impossible to even move. His grip on his arm tightened, trying to feed his brain the pain needed to help it focus.
He wasn't sure how long it took, but finally, the effects of the Joker's gas began to subside. The green tinge left his hair, his lips lost their freakish red hue, and at long last, the blades began to diminish. Panting now from exertion instead of laughter, Knives continue to pull the tendrils into himself. Stream rose off his body in wisps, the remnants of the poison twisting up and away before fading into the atmosphere. The wings, ironically enough, were the last thing to go, the feathers shrinking gradually, grudgingly almost, back from whence they came.
Knives shuddered, the last of the evidence of his power now gone. Every felt raw, as though his body had just been scourged with sulfiric acid. And perhaps it had, he allowed, a soft, involuntary groan escaping him as he pushed himself to his feet, murderous thoughts already beginning to filter into his mind. That piece of shit was going to PAY-
First thing's first, though. He turn, and sure enough, there was Robin, prone on the ground. Cursing silently, Knives approached, still a bit unsteady but in much better shape, overall, than the human he'd come to save. And those injuries- he hadn't even noticed when that had happened. Damn it.
He crouched next Tim, mouth thin as he looked over the wounds. It was uncharitable of him, too, but he could only think of one word to say. "...idiot."
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He wasn't sure how long it took, but finally, the effects of the Joker's gas began to subside. The green tinge left his hair, his lips lost their freakish red hue, and at long last, the blades began to diminish. Panting now from exertion instead of laughter, Knives continue to pull the tendrils into himself. Stream rose off his body in wisps, the remnants of the poison twisting up and away before fading into the atmosphere. The wings, ironically enough, were the last thing to go, the feathers shrinking gradually, grudgingly almost, back from whence they came.
Knives shuddered, the last of the evidence of his power now gone. Every felt raw, as though his body had just been scourged with sulfiric acid. And perhaps it had, he allowed, a soft, involuntary groan escaping him as he pushed himself to his feet, murderous thoughts already beginning to filter into his mind. That piece of shit was going to PAY-
First thing's first, though. He turn, and sure enough, there was Robin, prone on the ground. Cursing silently, Knives approached, still a bit unsteady but in much better shape, overall, than the human he'd come to save. And those injuries- he hadn't even noticed when that had happened. Damn it.
He crouched next Tim, mouth thin as he looked over the wounds. It was uncharitable of him, too, but he could only think of one word to say. "...idiot."