His Phone Rings And Roman Answers The Call, His Foul Temper Abating Slightly When He Hears Edgars Voice

His phone rings and Roman answers the call, his foul temper abating slightly when he hears Edgar’s voice on the other line. Immediately he’s full of questions but his mood only gets better when he hears that the other man has come through over on his end, and in record time no less. Which was only a good thing. Time was of the essence and the faster they moved, the better their chances of getting Croc back would be. ”You got what we need already? Nice, heard you could be counted on...” He says while stepping away to a quieter room. His men are scurrying all over the place, here in this building and many more all over the city as they gather crates upon crates of firearms and ammunition, ranging from simple handguns to heavy duty grenade launchers and submachine guns. These weapons were originally stockpiled for if he ever needed to wage war in Gotham against his many competitors, but in this case, they would suffice in a war against a bunch of laboratory freaks who thought they could just stroll into his city and snatch whomever the fuck they wanted. Chimera had another thought coming, and Doctor Psycho was the first of many ready to teach that painful lesson. "One hour, otherwise we’ll meet at your earliest convenience. I got all night and shitloads more cash to burn on this party.” Roman says with a wicked grin. It’s the first bit of good news he’s had all night thanks to Edgar, grin only widening as his hands itch to unleash the wrath of Sodom and Gomorrah.

His phone rings and Roman answers the call, his foul temper abating slightly when he hears Edgar’s voice on the other line. Immediately he’s full of questions but his mood only gets better when he hears that the other man has come through over on his end, and in record time no less. Which was only a good thing. Time was of the essence and the faster they moved, the better their chances of getting Croc back would be. ”You got what we need already? Nice, heard you could be counted on...” He says while stepping away to a quieter room. His men are scurrying all over the place, here in this building and many more all over the city as they gather crates upon crates of firearms and ammunition, ranging from simple handguns to heavy duty grenade launchers and submachine guns. These weapons were originally stockpiled for if he ever needed to wage war in Gotham against his many competitors, but in this case, they would suffice in a war against a bunch of laboratory freaks who thought they could just stroll into his city and snatch whomever the fuck they wanted. Chimera had another thought coming, and Doctor Psycho was the first of many ready to teach that painful lesson. "One hour, otherwise we’ll meet at your earliest convenience. I got all night and shitloads more cash to burn on this party.” Roman says with a wicked grin. It’s the first bit of good news he’s had all night thanks to Edgar, grin only widening as his hands itch to unleash the wrath of Sodom and Gomorrah.

“I fucking hate hospitals.”

Roman is very much an avid reader, especially when it comes to historical methods of torture. The Judas Cradle, the Iron Maiden, the Wooden Horse, the Brazen Bull and more are all methods he’s tried recreating from time to time but mainly sticks with his ‘tried and tested’ original methods he’s come up with over the years. Scaphism is one particular method he’d love to try out sometime, to prolong his victim’s suffering and see how long it takes for one to die in Gotham’s considerably cooler climate.

💞 one muse approaches the other out of convenience ( Harley seems the type to beg for attention.) 🔪 enemies with sexual tension 🩸 enemies tolerating each other for a common goal

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Yes to all of this! Honestly, there is so much potential for animosity between these two because hell, there’s already plenty of bad blood between Roman and the Joker and Birds of Prey highlighted a lot of hostile dynamics. I’m not terribly fond of his depiction in BoP but that he only left Harley alone because of the Joker is accurate and without Mistah J around, he really has no reason to play nice with her at all. That being said, I can see attraction or at the very least sexual tension? Harley brings chaos everywhere she goes and while Roman is no fan of chaos, he can manage it and she is a very strong woman. Oh, she pisses him off big time and always seems to know just how to get under his skin but theres no denying she’s interesting and, dare he admit it, intelligent. She’s no dumb blonde bimbo - a clown bimbo maybe, but Harley can get things done and more often than has potential she doesn’t seem to realize, or does even if the Joker tried snuffing that realization out of her thoughts. So yeah, I agree with everything written here, that Harley wants attention and he’s got what she wants. He’ll tolerate her, annoying though he can find her because damn, it’s hard to get competent people on your side and for all her flaws, she isn’t wrapped around the Bat’s finger like Catwoman.

"There’s only one thing I would change about you. Your last name."

Roman laughed out loud, the sound harsh and raspy. “You know, I’ve been thinking about doing just that now that you bring it up. It’s a pain in the ass having a constant reminder of your parents hanging over you like some dark cloud that won’t fuck off. Fuck knows there’s enough of that shit already living in a hole like Gotham,” he says while knocking back a mouthful of whiskey. Alas Edgar, that pick-up line went down as hard as that shot.

Roman, don't you know you're not supposed to stick your dick in crazy?

“Doesn’t count if you don’t have a dick...”