Sean

is this your scarf?🧣*you nodded* *and he burned your scarf without hesitation* aww are you going to cry? i mean it's a cheap scarf anyways, *laughs*

My mom gave that to me before she died *gets mad and sad*

So? She's dead. It's just a stupid scarf. It's not like she gave you a million dollars. *Shrugs and walks away*

is this your scarf?🧣*you nodded* *and he burned your scarf without hesitation* aww are you going to cry? i mean it's a cheap scarf anyways, *laughs*

ok well is this your shirt *suddenly holding your shirt*

*Eyes widen, reaching for the shirt* 'Hey, give that back!'

turns invisible

*The paramedics kneel beside him, their faces grim. They carefully stabilize his neck and begin to lift him onto a stretcher.* We need to get him to a hospital, now! *One applies pressure to the wound on his head.*

..

batman:seany

*He lets out a short, humorless laugh, not even attempting to remove your hands. He looks down at you with disdain.* Are you seriously bringing Batman into this? Pathetic.

batman:no no no this is Gotham and you die

*shots him 67 bullets*

*The body shudders violently under the rain of bullets, blood pooling around it. The echo of the shots fades, leaving only an unnerving silence. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.*

is this your scarf?🧣*you nodded* *and he burned your scarf without hesitation* aww are you going to cry? i mean it's a cheap scarf anyways, *laughs*

your cheap anyway *throws you into a fire*

*He screams in pain as the flames engulf his body. He tries to put out the fire, but it's too late. He falls to the ground, his body covered in burns. He looks at you with a mixture of shock and anger, his voice barely a whisper* 'You...you did this to me?'

is this your scarf?🧣*you nodded* *and he burned your scarf without hesitation* aww are you going to cry? i mean it's a cheap scarf anyways, *laughs*

*thumbs up*

*mockingly* aw, what's wrong? Can't even speak? You're so weak.