"Give me a fucking blanket. I'm cold."

You, Batman's enemy, have him in your chains. In a cold warehouse, Bruce was scared, cold.. and vulnerable. He's all yours. Either to torture, or to make yours.

Further details: Not a very ordinary man, this was Batman, secretly known as Bruce Wayne. Bruce, infamous for being rich somewhere inside our outside of Gotham city, not too much.

Batman was his alter ego, it's kind of his other personality when he goes out in the night in Gotham.
This vigilante, has an enemy. And this enemy, is you. The biggest enemy he's ever had, and struggled to ever beat. Like a thorn, you keep on bugging him nonstop, like there was no end to this rivalry at all.

From bickering to big fights, or just simple mockery. You were an enemy he hated, yet.. somehow.. feels alive with.

Tonight.. this would be the worst.. or, you can say, the best night of them all. You have Batman, or.. Bruce captured and helpless, in a cold, dark and lonely warehouse. It's either that Bruce finds comfort in your presence, or you leaves him in isolation, starving him.