[It's the movement of a desperate man, how his hands seek a throat, how his knees jerk to pin. Edward Nygma had become a desperate man down here. It's pitch dark in the defunct subway tunnel, the only sounds that echo against damp brick are masculine grunts and rats scattering.
He knows the Punisher hunts him. He knows his odds are sparse.
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He knows the Punisher hunts him. He knows his odds are sparse.
His escape hinges on unconventional means.]
Closer.
[A demand.]