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“Feels like trouble’s brewing. Guess I’d better make a few calls in case my hands need to get bloody...” Roman muttered, going through the contacts on his main phone. Mary was first on his list, with a recommendation not hire any new people for the time being and to always have a weapon within arm’s reach. His fingers scratched behind Rocco’s ear, skeletal grin growing wider at the idea of feeding the rottweiler some labcoats while the psychopaths were still wearing them.
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 am not her fucking boyfriend.”
“I heard a little bird saying it was his birthday today... maybe I should pay a visit and let him know you’re never too old for some birthday beatings.”
"That reminds me, I've been wanting to get another dog for a while. Maybe one of those little ratters to keep the amount of vermin down."
"Somebody get me a bag of popcorn! I've been waiting for drama that ain't my men fucking everything up."
"Anybody who even thinks about fucking booping me, is gonna get their ass beat."
@deadkenndy said: was tempted to choose fire but I went with metal in the end lmao
"Not a bad choice, fed. Metal's reliable, strong. It gets the job done, be it by bullet or blade..."
"So the winning result ended up being metal after all, nice. Good that some of you have a brain, metal's a fine element and you can do so many wonderful things with it..."
I'd revert Lily but she'd just be flopping around outside of the water and no one wants to see that xD
Sees two posts of somewhat lewdly drawn artworks on dashboard.
"...OKAY, what did I do that THIS happened?"
(I don't like lewd art.)