Piss

“Good man. All you have to do is tell me where the Penguin is meeting Scarecrow.” He pulled the man closer, and gave him a grin. “Will you do that?”

“I don’t know,” the thug said, sweating profusely. “I swear to God. I’m a driver. The Penguin doesn’t tell me anything.”

Nightwing turned to Batman. “What do you think? Thumbs up or down?”

Batman pressed close to the thug. “Are you lying to me?” he growled.

“No. God, no.” The man had pissed himself. “I’m not. I couldn’t. You’d kill me if I was. I’m telling you the truth.”

Nightwing gave a look that said he didn’t believe the man.

“Maybe you should kill him anyway,” he said to Batman. “You know, for giggles.”

What did you say? Batman thought, his anger spiking. Before he could say anything, however, the man screamed.

“I don’t know about Scarecrow,” he said, almost incoherent. “I swear. But I know where the next truck is heading. I know where the next cache of guns is. Is that good enough?” He looked from one captor to the other.

“Please?”

Batman: Arkham Knight, Chapter 24