"I don't know how you expect me to do that, sweetheart," he says. "Since I'm here and he's there - and we ain't exactly got phones, if you know what I'm saying. But I will tell you one thing:" Leaning barely an inch closer, he lowers his voice slightly. "You keep us dickin' around here, he certainly won't have a pulse by the time you ever find him.
"Also," his hands move, and something passes over her head, so close she can feel it brush her scalp. Behind her, Mockingbird would see one of his short knives embedded in the wall to it's hilt. "Keep moving closer - I'll have this knife buried in your heart before you can blink... and you know I can do it."
And, whether she did or not, it was all psychology. But, afterall - he is called Bullseye for a reason. He doesn't miss.
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