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Smash or pass for shits and giggles XD

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

Roman barked out a laugh, though it was neither a mocking nor scornful sound. “Pass. Nothing against you personally but considering the size difference between us, I’d rather not have my internal organs rearranged anytime soon. There’s enough goddamn people out there looking to do just that in about a hundred other, less fun ways without mixing business with pleasure...” he continued with a chuckle. He didn’t give a damn what Croc looked like. In other circumstances, they got along fairly well, almost cordial even but it was a little harder to overlook the fact that Waylon Jones was easily twice his size and then some.

Your turn. Smash or Pass?

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

Roman laughed again but this time it was unpleasant, dark eyes rolling in their malicious sockets before blowing a lungful of smoke straight into the older man’s face. ”Hard pass, Cobblepot. I don’t think I’ll ever be desperate enough to call YOU up as a sugar daddy. You’ve got money, I’ll give you that but everything else? The only smashing that’ll be going down is when I kick you out of the front entrance of the Iceberg Lounge and make it mine.” Or smashing that stupid umbrella over that hook-nosed head of his. Roman wasn’t fussed either way, just so long as he pissed off the squawker while doing so. He couldn’t wait for the day, albeit he knew he’d be waiting a good while. Penguin wasn’t stupid despite his looks and was every bit as bloodthirsty and ruthless as Roman himself.

"  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

Oh, now this was unexpected. Roman gave Dwight a hard glare, eyes narrowing as he sized the other man up. “Hmmm... pass. One, I don’t know you very well and two, you don’t look my type. I tend to play rough and you? Well, let’s just say you look like you’d drop to the floor and pass out if I so much as said boo to you.”

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  (this should be funny)

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

“Oh, hell no. Pass!” Roman said, brow furrowing at the sight of the older man. He wasn’t terribly well-acquainted with whoever was standing before him... but even Black Mask had heard a little about Dr. Thaddeus - or Sivana as he was better known, and from what he’d learned, the man was trouble. Taking a moment to give Sivana a cautionary look over, Roman’s objections only strengthened. One, Sivana looked creepy as fuck with that glowing blue eye. It reminded him of Cobblepot in a way, except that Sivana was even taller than Roman was if only by a fraction. Somehow that only made things worse and he gritted his teeth. “I already got my hands full with one pesky old bastard, I don’t need another getting in my way.”

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

“Ain’t you supposed to be some kind of space cop or something?” Roman asked, more out of curiousity than abject disdain. That level of resentment was reserved solely for Batman who’d broken up many operations over the years on top of countless lucrative deals. Broken a fair few bones too, leaving Black Mask none too -friendly- when it came to Gotham’s Protector but his little friends in the Justice League... now they were a different story. His gaze wandered over the other man’s features. They were of similar height and build, age too probably though it was harder to tell beneath the obscuring mask he (and other vigilantes) had the unfortunate habit of wearing. It was plain to see that Green Lantern wasn’t unsightly and, dare he say, even handsome beneath that garish outfit but who he was (and who he represented) proved too much for Roman to overlook yet. "I gotta admit, maybe I’m a little curious about you. Even more curious about what that ring of yours can do but that’s not a request. Pass.” For all Roman knew, this Green Lantern could haul him off to space jail at any moment. Arkham was bad enough but at least he’d learned to get out quickly through bribes in the right hands and pulling the right strings. Shame really, he did look fun to play with.

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  (matt)

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

The tang of iron filling his mouth is intoxicating, tasting better than the finest bottle of whiskey he knows is safely tucked away in the nearby bedroom. The ache in his jaw is equally heady, teeth throbbing after taking a hard punch from the vigilante. Roman probes them cautiously with his tongue, finding to his delight (and rage) that Matt’s loosened one. With herculean effort, Roman turns the tables in their next turn, making use of both height and momentum to seize the initiative and switch their positions around, slamming the other man’s back against the wall hard. His chest heaves from the effort of doing so; Daredevil is not an easy opponent to tangle with but the exertion only fuels his racing heart, Roman latching his mouth onto the other’s just as hard. Blood, rage and lust all have their unique flavours and he relishes Matt’s, drinking it all in deep like a man slaking his thirst at an oasis. He lets him go a moment later, teeth bared as he fights for breath. “I hope you’re ready for round two, because I’m down to smash as soon as we’re done playing here.”

smash or pass out of pure, morbid curiosity

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

“Sma.... oh, who am I kidding? Pass. Foxglove is cute and all but so far she hasn’t really caught my interest for that sort of fun. Kind of hard when dealing with her is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.” Roman scoffed. Aesthetically the vulpine vigilante wasn’t hard to look at; from what he was able to make out, she was positively adorable, smaller and shyer than a lot of people he knew. Maybe shy wasn’t exactly the right word. She was wary, had been from day one and still was now, reluctant to work for him and deeply untrusting. Roman had the sinking suspicion that trying to push further might end up with him being the one to get bitten, as cornered animals were liable to do when backed into a corner.

Smash or Pass + bruce wayne :)

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"Are you fucking kidding me? Bruce Wayne?? Hell no, hard pass on that dumbass playboy!" Roman spat, thumping the table hard. He wasn't just annoyed; Roman was seething, the name of his childhood nemesis already putting him in a spectacularly bad mood. Bruce goddamn Wayne, darling of the media for... what exactly, being born to rich parents?? "Maybe it's different when you've known him for as long as I have. Knew him ever since we were both kids and if anything he got dumber over the years. To his credit he knows a great pair of tits when the ladies come to rub them in his face during those fancy galas but that's about it. Pass."

Smash or Pass + Harvey Dent / Two-Face ;P

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"Little Goodie-Two Shoes Harvey Dent? Pass please, as in pass me the sick bag! Always scampering after Bruce like a lost little shadow, tch!" Roman hisses. If he hated Bruce Wayne, he hated Harvey Dent half - or twice - as much. Roman was never sure which but together the two rubbed him the wrong way, and all he wanted to do was find ways to get them into trouble back when they were kids. But then the attack happened, that day in court. Roman remembered it like it was yesterday, when Gotham's beloved pretty boy got a nasty wake-up call thanks to Maroni. Now he wasn't so pretty anymore, his good looks only half what they used to be but it had brought out a whole other side in the District Attorny, the one he knew existed if somebody poked and prodded him long enough. "Two-Face on the other hand, now there I might be convinced. And no, I ain't afraid of that mug, not when I look at my own every day in the mirror but Two-Face... yeah, he knows what's up. He's the one who knows how to have a good time without a care in the world, so I'd say smash if only everything he did didn't rely on a goddamn coin toss. Pass."

Smash or Pass + the Riddler

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"Does it count if I fantasized once about fucking his mouth just so he'd shut the hell up?" Roman said, scratching the back of his head. "Back when that nutjob Strange had control of Arkham City, the Riddler hijacked the network and god, he kept broadcasting and talking shit, about Strange, about Batman, even about me a few times! Couldn't fucking sleep for days because of his crap." Would he Smash or Pass the Riddler? Roman scowled, white teeth flashing against ruined muscles of his cheeks. "Eh. Smash, but only if I could fuck him hard in the ass for keeping me up all that time. Bet he'd love that, making him my spindly little bitch boy."

smash or pass + rorschach >:)

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"What the hell is wrong with you people!? Do I look like a fucking hobosexual!?!?" Roman screamed. Rorschach!? Oh, they could not be serious. "First, I ain't even seen the guy's face - not that I'd ever want to, because do you know how much that guy stinks?? I've gotten my hands elbow-deep in a man's guts to pull them out while he's still alive and screamin' but the stench of that motherfucker... give him an acid bath first, then I might think about smashing. Smashing his head in with a baseball bat!" Did he care that probably wasn't the right term for hobosexual? Not in the slightest, but Rorschach was somebody he was going to give a hard pass on big time.

Smash or pass zatanna 😈

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"Who the hell is Zatanna?" Roman mutters, leafing over the pages of a magazine before letting out a wolf whistle. Clearly he likes what he sees as the remnants of his facial muscles contorts into a fiendish grin, dark eyes roving over the woman's face and dark tresses of hair. "She must be one hell of a magician, 'cuz she ain't even in this room and already she's cast a spell on me! Would sure like to play some tricks of my own with her magic hat..." he continues, pocketing the magazine. You know, for his own purposes. Smash.

smash or pass + Jules (the hobosexual rumors continue)

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"No. No, no, no, not another fucking hobo. Just - did you even know what he was up to when I first saw him?? Eating the fucking corpses I'd had stashed downtown, ones that weren't even fresh. That creepy motherfucker was chowing down on rotting meat, which made David puke all over the floor which really made everything smell so much better." Roman threw his arms up into the air, gesturing wildly as he really got into it. Jules - or corpse muncher as Roman privately dubbed him was probably grosser than Rorschach if that was even possible, teeth stained by going down on a fair few corpses in his lifetime. Cannibals didn't bother Roman. Hell, his best friend was a walking, talking alligator man who cleaned up the evidence of his crimes but it was just so... fucked up to creep into his territory, picking at the corpses of witnesses, traitors and employed thugs of his rivals that were in the wrong place at the wrong time like some sort of ghoul. Not that Jules was supernatural, he imagined. Just very messed-up in the head. It was Gotham after all. "Pretty sure he's fucking nuts so I'd rather keep him locked up in my basement than in my bed so, uh, pass I guess? Kinda wanna see him make David hurl again, that was funny and the pussy deserves it."

Smash or Pass: Harley Quinn

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"I know, I know. Don't stick your dick in crazy, but as annoying as the she-clown can be, you can't deny she's got a smokin' hot figure..." Roman says, articulating as he speaks. His hands move in and out to emphasize Harley's shapely hips, finishing up with a squeeze and barking laugh as he mimics a honk. "Never got why she was so into the Joker, or why he didn't treat her better. That sort of loyalty is rare around here and she just kept going back to the fucker! Well, I've heard she's doing her own thing these days, got with Poison Ivy a few times... what a handful that clown is, and I don't just mean figuratively." Smash.

Smash or Pass: Bane

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"Pass." Roman said immediately, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand. "Look, I don't like other guys much, especially guys who are bigger than me. I can appreciate Bane's got a brain to go with that brawn of his but the Venom schtick squicks me out. You ever seen him get pumped and all those veins start bulging?"

Roman had cut into veins, arteries, gouged out eyes but he'd never liked how it looked when Bane got pumped. Maybe it was a subconscious thing about selling drugs that made it a little too close to home when Gotham's strongest man also happened to be an addict.

"Creeps me the fuck out, especially when that shit starts glowing green. If there's anything I've learned about living in this shithole, the colour green don't mean anything good unless it's money."

Smash or pass + Query & Echo

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Now this was more like it! Roman sits up in his seat, rubbing his chin in a contemplative gesture. "Decisions, decisions. I like those girls, can't deny they're as much fun as they're smoking hot. On the other hand, they work for that damn Riddler and smashing somebody else's henchwomen might as well be declaring casus belli." A shame, really. Query and Echo were one of the few people not working for him he allowed free reign to come and go as they please, mainly because they associated more with his secretary, Ms. Li, than directly coming to him. The girls had a thing for Li, it was obvious to anybody with a working brain and he couldn't blame them. He only had the best working for him, and had to grit his teeth that those two were already taken. "Hypothetically smash, because those girls know how to have a damn good time. Otherwise I'm happy for them to come tweak my torture chamber a bit. They're ingenius and I'm always open to new ideas of cruel and unusual punishment their boss would never entertain..."

Smash or Pass: Jon

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"We're talking about the Scarecrow, right? Wait. Does he even have a sex life?" Roman asks, deadly serious about the question. Jon was many things but a sex god he was not, being far too obsessed with his work and perfecting his Fear Gas over consorting with others for pleasure. He was a joyless man, unless it involved tormenting others by subjecting them to their greatest terrors and that wasn't Roman's idea of a good time. It was more like work, which he could tolerate as the man was intelligent but he had about as much sex appeal as an old piece of beef jerky. "Pass. I ain't interested in a bag of bones and I'd really rather not worrying about whether or not my playmate's gonna stick me with a syringe or blow gas in my face. I'd work with the guy... maybe, because there's potential with raking in some serious moolah otherwise forget it!"

Smash + Pass Robin?

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The sound of a violent clunk can be heard followed up by the muffled thud of a body hitting the floor. "Do I look like I'm into kids? What a dumb fuck you are." Roman said, his tone uncharacteristically playful compared to the words he'd just uttered. Getting back up to his feet, he raises the baseball bat - laced with rusted barbed wire - lining himself up for another blow. "One sec, missed a spot."

The second c̸l̴u̵n̵k̶ is squashier than the first.