"Tut, tut, tut. Looks like the facts say otherwise. You tarnished your mother's name. Such a naughty boy." Zorro stroked his mustache with his free hand and smiled regretfully. "Looks like she can't be called Martha anymore. Let me think... How about changing it to Masiyaeta? Do you like Spanish names?"
There was no need to fight anymore. Brutal Knight wore an expression of utter disbelief. In his memories, none of this had happened this way.
Yet this environment felt completely real. The alley, the smell, every last detail all proved that this was something that had happened in the past. He really had fired a gun at someone's back.
Had he hypnotized himself into believing he had faced an enemy? No, that shouldn't be it.
But the brain and memories were the most unreliable things, and he knew that.
So he couldn't believe himself, nor could he believe what was before his eyes.
But he was now in Crime Alley, with an empty street behind him. There was nowhere to run.
Zorro sheathed his rapier and folded his arms. "How about we try again? You're a scumbag and a homicidal maniac, there's no question about that, but I need you to admit it."
"..."
"Now I'll turn around and show you my back. Will you shoot me in the back?" Zorro truly turned around, looking utterly relaxed. "You have three seconds. If you don't shoot, I'll kill you, though I'll give your mother her name back. How about it? Of course, even if you shoot me in the back, you won't be faster than my sword. I'll still kill you, and you'll die a coward. Your mother will be ashamed of you."
Brutal Knight naturally still had backup weapons. He was Batwoman—how could he possibly have only two pistols?