A/N: On one of the tumblrs I run, Twinings and I offered ourselves up for one full week of filling fic prompts for our readers, varying in length from a hundred to a thousand-plus words. The project has been dubbed the Free For All Fic For All—or FFAFFA for short. This is one of those stories—and this is the boilerplate author's note you'll see on all of 'em.
Prompt: Killer Moth escapes Batman.
Dangling from the roof of a short, squat building on the waterfront, Drury Walker is more aware of the condition of his Killer Moth costume than ever before. It's definitely seen better days…
"Tell me what I want to know, Walker," the Batman says, shaking him back and forth like a ragdoll, "you were cellmates with Coyne; you know where he is."
His shirt begins to rip.
"I don't know, I swear!"
Batman doesn't notice as the fabric starts to give way. Or if he does, he doesn't care.
"I told you, I don't know! Please," Drury screeches, clawing at Batman's shoulders, "I'm begging you, please, don't drop—"
Batman is left with a handful of purple fabric, fluttering in the breeze for a moment before he throws it aside and dives after Killer Moth.
He hits the water a few scant seconds after the criminal does, and searches the inky depths of the water for several minutes for any sign of him.
There is none.
Afterward, Batman never tells the story of how Killer Moth escaped him. It might damage his reputation.
Killer Moth doesn't tell the story, either. It would finish his.