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"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.
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.
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“Ain’t got a problem with messy but I warn you, what they did to Croc ain’t pretty.” Roman says gruffly. He does as the other man asks however, retrieving the box from the chiller. It’s light, too light having this one piece of the reptillian man that Chimera has stolen away from them and Roman hopes that whatever god or demon is watching them right now allows them something, to find a lead with Edgar’s abilities. The box is opened, Croc’s eye looking exactly the same as it did when it first arrived. The glossy orb stares back dully, dilated pupil now oblong in shape. Scooping it up carefully into his gloved hand, Roman carefully hands it to the waiting man, his eyes every bit as dark as Doctor Psycho’s. Could Edgar really track Croc’s location with some hocus pocus crap? Roman had never put much stock into magic or powers that science couldn’t explain, but there was Mr. Freeze with his frozen touch, Poison Ivy with her powers over plants. Roman Sionis was but a man, a reprehensible killer with a long list of victims and many more that would never be found. He watches with rapt attention as Edgar makes himself comfortable now that the eye is in his possession, eager to see what the other man can do. If he was able to do as he said he could, Roman would never throw another jab at Edgar about his height again.