Is Torture Like A Power Thing, Or A Sex Thing For You? (Or I Guess There's Always Both)

Is torture like a power thing, or a sex thing for you? (Or I guess there's always both)

“You make it sound so bad, like I’m a dominatrix working at Pandora’s Box instead of being a perfectly respectable businessman. Sometimes it’s important knowing how to send a message, something which you’ll find is a necessity in my line of work.” Roman sighed, breathing out a lungful of smoke before setting his cigar aside and stubbing it out. "I don’t know what sort of kinky shit is running through your head but rest assured I’m usually too busy to waste time getting my rocks off like that, not that I’m opposed to mixing business with pleasure on occasion. Gotham’s a rough place so it’s nice when the work feels more like play, that sort of thing.” Power? he had plenty of that without having to resort to torture, his reputation more than enough to loosen the tongues of his rivals’ more stubborn henchmen and other foes. Sex? It certainly spiced things up in the bedroom but he liked to keep that seperate from work since it was a whole different ballgame... “You see, the reason why I’ve come so far here in this lovely little city is because I’ve got the drive to do what few other men will. In the hands of others, torture’s just a tool. Me on the other hand? Now I’ve made it into an art. Even the most hardened thugs you’ll find out there on the streets’ll start sweating bullets when you ask what Black Mask does to those who cross him or gets in his way. Makes things a whole lot easier on everyone when they understand what to expect, I think that’s pretty fair.” Picking up a fresh cigar, he lit up the end and inhaled deeply, relishing the intoxicating wave of tobacco flooding his veins. It didn’t provide quite the same hit as peeling off some sorry bastard’s face but it did good enough.

Once you’re stripped clean, what’s at your core?

Fractured Glass

No amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. You’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? You’re a fraud. Your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. Everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. You’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. Your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. I hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

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I just wanted to add something onto that post about Roman being good at escaping and how he would have escaped Arkham City with no problem if he hadn’t deliberately gone back just to spite Hugo Strange by attacking TYGER’s weapon storage facilities.

I'm at work so thinking of this on the fly and will inevitably word vomit more things later BUT I think mary and roman have picked up each other's little tells just from having known each other so long despire them both being skilled manipulators and LiarsTM to their core. like watching the other give some speech or spiel and just hiding their smirk from the sidelines bc 'i KNOW you only [insert little motion] like that when you are LYING YOUR ASS OFF'

Send a headcanon you have about our muses’ relationship and I’ll tell you if I approve of it or not.

*smacks down stamp of approval*

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! This is such a perfect headcanon and makes so much sense, especially for the reasons you mention in them having known each other for a long ass time and both being skilled liars and manipulators? It’s probably always been a thing right from the start (mostly because of their parents being such horrible people) and persisted long after Mary became an actress while Roman became a criminal drug lord so yeah, it’s hella entertaining to think that even they’ve both grown up, they’re still able to pick up on these tiny tells and just KNOW when the other’s full of shit. Probably something really obscure that even Batman struggles picking up on. Bruce wasn’t allowed to join the club. While we’re on this topic, I’d like to go back to something you mentioned earlier, specifically about the sibling-like hadcanon I sent to you with them having this really quick back-and-forth with no bullshit about each other? They can’t get anything past each other for the reasons you mentioned as they both know when the other’s lying their ass off so are brutally honest with one another, because you know, friends!

Thinking about doing a Halloween plot throughout October.

It’s one of those days where he’s not sure whether he wants to give somebody a hard fuck or get fucked hard himself.