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"Hi! Since, er, um, I am new in town with my bakery and all. Wanted to give you my business card. Oh! And my famous brownies. On the card you can contact me and let me actually know what you like and with each order I hole punch your card! Gets ya a free order when all those lil cupcakes are punched out!" Sylvia - @shinebrightsweetdove
He stared down the slight woman standing before him, eyes blazing behind the dark circles of his mask as he listened to her chatter about her business and so-called famous brownies. Was she fucking serious? Was this some sort of elaborate prank somebody decided to play on him or something? Roman’s gaze flickered from her friendly face down to the business card she’d handed over, holding it aloft between forefinger and thumb as though expecting it to explode at any moment. This was Gotham after all, but the woman said she was new to the city and part of him believed she was being sincere about that part at the very least. After all, who else was naive enough to approach Black Mask asking if he’d like to buy sweets like some sort of damn girl scout?
"Great. I’ll think about it.” Roman replied without the slighest hint of friendliness before slamming the door shut right in front of her face. God he hated solicitors, but at least this one had a pretty face and was enthusiastic about starting up a business. He eyed the card again, taking note of the address before shrugging and pocketing it for now. Who knows, maybe his thugs deserved to enjoy a sweet treat at some point?
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“You know, that’s another thing that Red Hood did which royally pissed me off... stealing all my goddamn Kryptonite!” Roman spat in anger. Did that no-good punk have any idea how tough it had been getting ahold of all those pretty rocks? Almost certainly. In fact it had been one of his most expensive purchases to date, moreso than any other cargo consisting of military-grade weaponry and drugs. Pure Kryptonite was worth more than it’s weight in gold, despite being utterly useless outside of dealing with one specific person. ”So what if it’s not my usual modus operandi to be smuggling alien minerals? When there’s something out there that’s capable of doing all sorts of things no ordinary human being is capable of, you damn well want an ace up your sleeve in case he decides to go off his rocker someday and comes after you! Have you seen what Superman can do? He can fly, shoot lasers out of his eyes even! Don’t even get me started on him grabbing planes out of the sky! How’s a guy supposed to stand up against that? I’ll tell you how - with the one thing you know the bastard’s weak against, that’s how.” It hadn’t been easy on his wallet getting ahold of the fabled minerals, but Roman Sionis knew better than to wait and see. Even though he wasn’t native to Metropolis, Superman was one of the world’s most well-known superheroes for a damn good reason. The Man of Steel was powerful, sickeningly sweet and saccharine as he was. He much rather preferred dealing with the bat, dour though he was in a case of better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Batman was, for the most part, just as human as he or anybody else. Superman on the other hand was a monster, or at least dangerous enough to become one if he ever decided he’d had enough of playing superhero someday. "I don’t plan on going to Metropolis anytime soon but I like to make sure my bases are covered. Failing that, I’d have had the largest stock of Kryptonite on the planet with more than enough to go around... until that shithead stole it all, anyway! Well, maybe not all of it. I’ve still got enough to make a special round of bullets just for Superfreak...” Everything had a weakness, Roman had learned. Even the mythical werewolf could be slain with something as humble as a silver bullet but for Superman, all he needed was a glowing green chunk of rock.