OOC// What Is Romans Opinion, If He Has Any, On Things Like Pride And Activism?

OOC// what is Roman’s opinion, if he has any, on things like Pride and activism?

Pride and activism is in a very strange place when it comes to Roman. As far as he’s concerned, he couldn’t give a flying fuck about the whole movement™ and rolls his eyes whenever companies make a great deal about showing off how ‘progressive’ and ‘virtuous’ they are when truthfully, they’re just chasing dollar signs like any other greedy corporation out there. It doesn’t feel genuine to him and he won’t participate in any of it, feeling that actions speak louder than empty platitudes and false support. That being said, he is very accepting of people that don’t conform to society’s expectations and norms. You’re in love with another man? Fantastic, now wear your fucking mask and get to work. You don’t want to wear feminine attire as his secretary? That’s cool, just wear trousers or whatever makes you feel comfortable so long as you don’t end up looking like a total slob. It’s their lives, not his; he’s happy the way he is now and Roman would feel rather hypocrital denying somebody their identity when his own was such a struggle to obtain. He can relate even if it’s something he’s not very open about. When it comes to people he cares about, really cares about or are important to him such as his and his partner’s hypothetical children, Roman would immediately be one of the most supportive people you can count on. You sure that’s the way you feel about somebody who’s the same sex? Cool, now go get you the person of your dreams. You’re a girl but like rockets and typical ‘boy’ things? Great! Enjoy those hobbies you thought you weren’t entitled to before just because you’re the ‘wrong’ gender! He’s been there, he knows exactly how it feels being sad and confused about how fucked up society is and it’s shit so it isn’t something he’s ever going to put his kids through, not after the bullshit his parents pulled all throughout his childhood.

Porter House Steak with Mushrooms

Had a couple of little picrews on how Roman looked beneath the mask lying around and decided today was a good day to post them.  💀

Costumes or Lingerie

Let’s Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

“Lingerie.” Roman responded without skipping a beat, right before glancing around as though expecting to be questioned. “What? It’s Gotham. People wear costumes all the time in this godforsaken city plus it’s Halloween. There’s no shortage of skimpy outfits or figure-hugging spandex showing off every curve. Mind you, there’s one or two specific people out there who’ve caught my eye. Wouldn’t mind giving them a more thorough ‘examination’ if you know what I mean...” He laughs, the corners of his mouth pulling back into a wolfish grin as he shows off his own nurse uniform. “I like a slutty nurse outfit as much as anybody else but somebody who can pull off lingerie is a keeper. Flaunt that stuff in my bedroom and I might just have to keep you all to myself, just so nobody else can unwrap what’s mine.”

What's Arkham like for Roman?

Not a fun experience for him, or anybody else for that matter. Roman is a very difficult patient with a notoriously short fuse, his most dangerous quality being how he can go from 0-100 in an instant. He can appear to be fine one moment, seemingly calm and quiet but the wrong look at the wrong time, hearing a word he doesn’t like can be enough to trigger an explosion. His unpredictability and penchant for inflicting maximum damage as quickly as possible makes him an especially unpopular patient amongst orderlies, splitting them into two groups where people either fear him or hate his guts, deliberately antagonizing him further with choice words (freak is always a favourite) and actions knowing he’ll struggle not to react. It’s a vicious cycle not helped by either side. Several employees have lost family and loved ones to Roman and others like him through drugs or gang wars, and while they can’t retaliate against him in the way they’d like to, they can fuck with him and make his experience in the asylum a miserable one. Roman’s paranoia combined with his inherent mistrust of authority figures is only reinforced further as each slight, every jab only makes his hackles rise further, inevitably leading to staff drugging him to the eyeballs with sedatives in order to keep him managable. Roman does behave slightly better when it comes to psychiatrists, though he’s changed hands a number of times when his anger issues and untrusting personality become too much to handle. He’s touchy about certain subjects, not appreciating attempts to ‘pry’ into his childhood or decision to transition. One psychiatrist who dared call him by his birthname immediately became an enemy in his eyes, permanently rendering any further sessions together impossible. @arkhampsych‘s Dr. Jonathan Crane has so far proved himself the best candidate at ‘controlling’ Roman, remaining unflustered even in the face of violent outbursts while Roman in turn is more forthcoming not only about giving information but listening to instructions without his usual defiance. All in all, Roman detests being in Arkham and his lawyer is quick to get him released as soon as possible, going as far as bribing officials while masked individuals started threatening the right people to get their boss back out on the streets once again.

❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ (Matt)

There’s a thud as he pushes the vigilante hard against the wall, gloved hands wandering over his body aggressively. Matt’s sounds are music to his ears, the rumble of his deep voice questioning - no, demanding to know what Roman wanted in that moment, fuelling his own wild hunger. It’s enough to make his heart race, blood pounding through his veins as leather-clad fingers grope the demonic figure roughly, cursing under his breath at how obstructive he finds the fabric seperating their bodies to be. ”You. Get this. Off. I want to. Feel you. Make you mine.” Roman utters raggedly between harsh breaths. His teeth similarly preoccupy themselves along with his fingers, grazing the only unarmoured part of his visitor’s body. He doesn’t bite, not yet but he does nip sharply at that rugged jawline, momentarily finding himself growing curious as to who the man beneath the mask really was... but then those thoughts fade away, along with his better judgement as lust urges him on. Roman Sionis was a voracious man, greedy as he was volatile and cruel but in that moment, he wanted nothing more than the vigilante himself, to relive that experience of the first time they’d clashed. Whatever Daredevil’s name was, whoever he might be beneath that costume and his original purpose of coming here to Gotham, none of that mattered anymore. It was just the two of them, alone together like this in his office high up above the bustling streets down below. Suddenly he groans - the contact between them sends an unintentional jolt of pleasure through his groin, Roman’s hips thrusting hard against Matt’s own just as his hands did moments earlier. Fingers now ungloved firmly grasp the vigilante’s chin, the other hand settling on and squeezing a muscular armor-clad thigh. “Bedroom, last door over by the elevator. Unless you want to continue this bent over my desk?” Roman whispers, even though nobody else is around to overhear.