“Your sarcastic quips are getting old, kid,” the man growled, circling around his captive, fingers itching with irritation. "This could be so much easier for you if you’d just tell me what I want to hear.“
The villain bent at the waist, leaning down and placing one hand on the corner of the chair back Robin was tied to.
“I’ll ask again,” Wrath hissed. ”Where… is… the Bat?“ he demanded, punctuating each word for emphasis.