"Oh, I've been listening plenty. And from what I understand, you and I--" he gestures back and forth between his own throat and Tim's, a mirror of the younger man "--and as you rightly point out, we currently have more in common right now that just our fair city of Gotham."
He pauses, running his tongue against his upper canines beneath his lip before giving Tim an expectant look with a sharp cant of his head.
"Which leads me to wonder, one behalf of whom, or for whose benefit, are you telling me to toe the line? Is this your version of heroism? Are you trying to save me from myself by falling in?"
Leaning in, Oswald lowers his voice to a cold whisper.
"Let me tell you, at age sixteen, your adoptive father would never have bowed his head to accept even a fraction of the injustice of a place like this. Funny. As a child, he was more of a man than you are now. Run along now and toe your own lines, young Master Drake-Wayne."
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He pauses, running his tongue against his upper canines beneath his lip before giving Tim an expectant look with a sharp cant of his head.
"Which leads me to wonder, one behalf of whom, or for whose benefit, are you telling me to toe the line? Is this your version of heroism? Are you trying to save me from myself by falling in?"
Leaning in, Oswald lowers his voice to a cold whisper.
"Let me tell you, at age sixteen, your adoptive father would never have bowed his head to accept even a fraction of the injustice of a place like this. Funny. As a child, he was more of a man than you are now. Run along now and toe your own lines, young Master Drake-Wayne."