Between the endless avarice that consumed the knights very being, empowering him just as it enslaved him, between the madness of having one's sanity broken by the endless flow of time, between the crushing agony that was being moulded by Abaddon into something so entirely foreign that it bore no real resemblance to who he once was, the knight felt a flicker of fear.
It was instinctual. The Dark Knight, whose very existence was dictated by Abaddon, undying and unrelenting, felt a flicker of fear as he looked in Lex's eyes, and heard his command to kill himself. It was not death that frightened him.
No, he had died too many times for it to frighten him anymore. No, the source of his fear was not something in himself. Instead, the fear came from whatever Abaddon had done to him. It was, as if, in the moment that Lex commanded him, he had stolen authority over the knight - authority that previously belonged solely to Abaddon.
