I Meant What I Said In That Last Post About Roman Enjoying Working With Killer Croc And While Arkham

I meant what I said in that last post about Roman enjoying working with Killer Croc and while Arkham Origins is a different kettle of fish (since it’s actually Joker beneath the mask which I’m still a little salty about), the dynamic is still something I like.

"I can watch the boys for a time, until all the plastic babies are found. I would hate for either of them to eat another."

“You sure about that? It’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer but just so you know, they’re a handful being working dogs.” Roman said. Eliza was good with animals. She had a dog of her own, he learned, a big one so she clearly wasn’t inexperienced when it came to their care but looking after two more dogs on top of the pets she was already managing? While she was working? He didn’t want Rocco or Dante causing her problems but having somebody able to watch them for a short while would be helpful. “If you got a free day or two, looking after them would be a big help. I gotta have somebody gut the place and find all those babies before it’s safe for the boys to come back home. Can’t have them doing their dingo impression ‘til every last one of those suckers has been rounded up.” And swiftly destroyed. Roman sighed - if he ever saw a tiny plastic baby again, it would only be too soon.

“Dead?! What the fuck do you mean they’re dead?!?” Roman snarled, apoplectic with rage at the news he’d just received. The piles of paperwork littering his desk scattered like leaves in the wind as he slammed his fists down heavily upon solid wood, the gesture doing nothing to appease his foul mood and only fuelling it further when Horsehead’s suspicions had been proven true. Business on the streets had been sinking like a corpse in Gotham Bay for some weeks now. Naturally there were slow periods from time to time, so Roman hadn’t been overly concerned after the first week but then profits only continued to decline, with today turning up less than a few hundred measly dollars. A few hundred fucking measly dollars! His profits had never been that bad, not even when he was a fresh-faced rookie for crying out loud, so where had all his customers disappeared to? Turned out they hadn’t just disappeared, they’d been turning up dead all over the city, many of them familiar names who’d bought from him for years. Now all of a sudden they were dropping like flies in just a few weeks? It didn’t make any sense and because of that, Roman was pissed. "So what the hell happened then?? And don’t tell me, they all decided to join a doomsday cult? The crap we sell is clean so it can’t have been that killing them all!” The muscle, those slack-jawed idiots shuffled on their feet uncomfortably, not one brave soul amongst them daring to lift his gaze for fear of getting a punch to the jaw for his trouble. Even Ms. Li didn’t have a smart quip for once which didn’t make him feel any better. Rocco was merely a dog, blissly unaware and uncaring of the situation that had befallen his master and Roman envied the mutt for the briefest of moments, wishing life could only be so simple. Horsehead was the only one who seemed composed, but the rubbery white equine mask he always wore concealed any and all expressions from others. ”Word on the streets is that bad drugs have gotten into Gotham and they’re coming from your territory. No idea what they are or where they came from just yet, but it’s bad stuff. Real bad. The GCPD claim twenty victims have turned up dead this week and they’re finding more and more bodies every day. Buyers are getting nervous so they’re staying away, you know... just in case they’re next.” ”No fucking shit. This is bad for business!” Roman snapped, running a hand over his blackened scalp. Today was turning out to be an absolute disaster. Roman didn’t give a rat’s ass about some random dropheads too stupid to know not to OD themselves but he did care about his reputation and how badly profits would be hit should people believe these lies being spread about him being the one distributing whatever the fuck was killing his regulars. Ever since the fiasco that caused him to lose Janus Cosmetics, Roman always double-checked his deals and made sure he’d gotten exactly what he’d been promised. Poisoned drugs were not what he desired - the dead didn’t come back for another fix and now he was out of pocket and liable to end up in serious shit if he didn’t get a handle on this situation quickly. It was only a matter of time before the bat brigade came snooping, if they hadn’t been doing so already, and tossed his ass in Arkham. Worse still, Red Hood might believe he was responsible for these killer drugs snuffing out people all over the city and would do a hell of a lot more than just breaking his bones and dragging him back to the slammer. And Roman really didn’t feel like dealing with that asshole today. Unfortunately, Horsehead seemed to read his mind and commented further before he could say anything against it. ”Why not contact Red Hood? He can’t be worse than the Joker, plus you might find out what the hell’s going on around here.” ”Have you lost your fucking mind, Horsehead??? The last time we dealt with that asshole, he nearly blew our previous building to Kingdom Come with a goddamn ROCKET LAUNCHER!!! Or did you miss that newsflash somehow??” ”That’s because he wanted to make a good first impression. Next time we might not be so fortunate, especially if he thinks these rumors are true. Shoot first, think later and all that.” Roman gritted his teeth, seething at what he was hearing but knew he didn’t have any better suggestions. For all his issues, Red Hood didn’t target civilians so he couldn’t be the one responsible for the killer drugs either. He would not poison a bunch of random people just to make up an excuse to come after his enemies, he did so anyway regardless so there weren’t many other options avaliable and like hell was he running to the Bat.

”Fine. Send a message to Red Hood, tell that prick we need to talk. Where and when, I don’t give a damn - somebody’s trying to set up shop or cause trouble between us, one or both and I ain’t interesting in taking the blame for this mess.” The muscle, who had been watching this exchange nearly breathed out a collective sigh of relief as Roman signalled for them to go, clearly wanting to formulate a plan with Horsehead in private. They did so quickly, coming up with the idea that the equine-masked man would instruct a new underling, one of the most harmless members they had on hand to get the vigilante’s attention and let him know Black Mask needed to discuss a delicate matter at a time and place of his choosing, preferably sooner than later. Roman sighed once Horsehead also left, collapsing back in his seat and pouring himself a shot of whiskey which he downed fiercely. What a way to start the week. At least he’d caught wind of this situation early, and would soon root out the little rat bastard who’d poisoned half his regulars and scared off the rest. Horsehead’s words rang in his mind, that Red Hood couldn’t be worse than the Joker. Roman had a hard time believing it but what options did he have at this point? He had to make his move before anybody else did and stop this from getting any worse than it already had. @jp-todd-rp​

WHAT FORM WOULD YOUR DAEMON TAKE?

Wild Cat

Those who have wild cat daemons are proud and confident people who radiate strength. They aren't necessarily the most talkative, but they have the largest presence in the room wherever they go. As natural leaders, the companions of these individuals know it's their way or the highway.

Specifically, a Lion

Your daemon would take the form of a lion! You are an authoritative and courageous individual who has a large sense of dignity. More so than others with wild cat daemons, those with lions are drawn towards leading causes and have a natural brash and self-assured nature. They are proud and just people, whose confidence makes their tempers flare when challenged. When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider if your lion bears a mane. A lion with a dark mane could indicate an individual who is commanding and private, while a lion with a lighter mane could indicate an individual more empathetic and just. Large manes would imply someone who is established and overflows with confidence, whereas a smaller mane implies someone who is a challenger or up-and-coming.

Stolen from;; @brutalscaled​ Tagging;; Whoever would like to do it?

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎.

photogenic memory. can accurately recall names, faces and addresses.

knowledgable about human anatomy and how to properly dissect a body...

impressive hand-eye coordination. his aim rarely misses.

skilled at reading body language and picking up on subtle cues. not many lies get past him.

talented escapist. taught himself how to unlock doors (and windows) as a child.

remain wide awake and focused on a task for over 24 hours.

how to disassemble a wide variety of firearms and put them back together perfectly every time.

how to get blood stains out of anything, anywhere.

blowing smoke rings.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @arkhampsych (thank you ciar! ♡) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. Whoever would like to do it?

How strong is Roman physically speaking?

He’s not the strongest man in Gotham but Roman can definitely give most people a run for their money. He’s in peak physical condition and, providing he hasn’t recently been injured or locked up in Arkham, the best shape he’s ever been in his life. Roman eats a balanced diet, working out consecutively most days to ensure he doesn’t stagnate or lose muscle between long hours of work and has absurdly high tolerance for pain, making him a troubling opponent should one consider taking him on. For those who are, one thing to keep in mind is that he lacks the skill of Batman and isn’t as youthful as Red Hood, nor has he been strengthened by any outside sources such as a Lazarus Pit. Roman is pure brawn and fury, his additional height and strength an unintentional consequence of the traumatic head injury he suffered in infancy. All this combined with his ferocious temper and resistance to pain makes Roman Sionis a nasty opponent to throw down with, especially without back up or additional weapons on hand to give yourself a fighting chance. Only a few people are capable of besting him fairly one on one, those individuals being Batman, Nightwing, Robin(s), Red Hood, Catwoman, Killer Croc, Bane and the Joker.