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“I’ll tell you one thing, Li’s the only one around here worth a damn! How is it that one woman’s got more guts than all my muscle put together?” Roman sneered, taking a swig of the coffee she’d brought by earlier. The hot, bitter liquid matched his mood, doing little to satiate his rising temper. “Big strong men cowering like schoolboys about to get the cane! It’s sickening and just makes me wanna hit ‘em even harder, especially when they make her deliver the bad news as though she’s the one who fucked up or something.” He bolted down the rest of the mug’s contents with a snort, unflinching even as the scalding liquid burned his throat. He hardly cared; the caffeine had done it’s job, lending him fresh fire and energy to continue pouring over his plans long into the night. That was another thing he liked about his assistant. Li sure knew how to brew an excellent coffee, and always just how he liked it. "If it wasn’t for her keeping a handle on things, I’d have probably murdered the lot of ‘em by now. Lucky for them she’s also got more brains than they do! Honestly, I don’t know how she manages it some days but I count myself lucky whenever we get a newbie even half as competent as Li. Don’t tell her that though, last thing I need is for her is to start getting a big ego...”

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“You’re one twisted freak for asking me that, you know?” Roman said, his teeth bared at the vigilante as though he’d like nothing more than to chew up Red Hood and spit him out. This time however he was smiling, one entirely devoid of warmth as he looked his opponent up and down. “Keep pissing me off. It’s only going to be more satisfying when I finally get ahold of you, Red Hood. Physique like yours, I reckon I could draw the fun out for weeks, maybe even a couple of months if we’re really lucky. Most people just can’t handle all the excitement and give up after only a few days but you? You look like you can take a lot of punishment - and I’ve got plenty to dish out after all the naughty things you’ve been up to, kiddo.” There was hardly anything to ‘like’ about this pest, this absolute thorn in his side. On the plus side, shattering his body and breaking his spirit would provide a most thrilling challenge, possibly exceeding Batman himself. Torturing Red Hood to the brink of insanity wasn’t on his plans; he was already there but picking him apart and learning what made him tick? Now that was something Roman was looking forwards to very, very much. “You’re gonna die slow, and I’m going to enjoy every last second drawing it out until the bitter end.”

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“That one’s got a temper. Should have heard the things she threatened t’do me if I stabbed her in the back, the way she described gutting me.” Roman snickered. Not many people were bold enough to threaten him so succinctly, especially right to his face. Anybody else in his position would have good reason to worry and especially with what Foxglove was capable of but Roman Sionis wasn’t just anybody, not even to a meta. He’d been surprised when she’d actually replied, laying it out in no uncertain terms what he could expect if he happened to ‘betray’ her in any way at all. Not necessarily in a bad way; rather he’d been pleased, elated that his dogged pursuit of getting her under his thumb might finally be paying off after all this time. Her terms when it came to working for him had been less pleasing however. They’d been steep, almost too steep for him to consider pursuing her any longer but the more she felt comfortable around him, the more she inevitably revealed. Roman prided himself on being able to tell the content of a person’s character, and Foxglove’s personality screamed hers to high heaven. "The thing I like about Foxglove is that she’s honest, no games about it whatsoever. Sounds like a dumb thing to like, and maybe it is but honesty is as rare as... well, an honest cop here in Gotham. Makes my job much easier and if I’m right about her, Foxglove can talk a big game all she wants but she’ll find it harder to walk away than she thinks, I imagine.” Not through blackmail or ‘persuading’ her to stay through other means. No doubt that would only earn her ire, but using her honesty against her on top of providing a safety net too comfortable to give up so easily? She’d be eating from the palm of his hand before the year was out, so long as she thought she had the better deal between the two of them. And if she didn’t like that, he could always make sure the only job she could look forwards to finding would be a waitress at Pauli’s Diner. ”Besides, somebody really needs to give her a guiding hand on how to be threatening. Ripping out people’s guts is as soft as it gets.”

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“I’ll admit, Eliza surprised me. Initially I wrote her off as just another air-headed member of staff who was only in it for the paycheck but she genuinely seems to cares about her job and treats inmates better than most of the ‘professionals’ employed there. Says it all when a librarian does a better job getting along with patients than certified therapists...” Roman said, spitting the last word out as though it had put a bad taste in his mouth. It didn’t happen very often. Usually he was able to access a person’s character within a few minutes of meeting them but Eliza Kraven had gone above and beyond, being just full of surprises. In a way, he suppose he shouldn’t have underestimated her. People who were faint of heart didn’t tend to last very long in Arkham Asylum but the quiet, unassuming librarian with a penchant for baking cookies had a deeper personality than he’d expected after their first meeting with each other. He’d pegged her as a cat person. Truthfully she had a dog, a Newfoundland that rivaled Rocco and even Dante in size. She even had a pet snake, something which he hadn’t expected at all. It hadn’t been essential to find out. None of these facts made a difference regarding his opinion on Ms. Kraven but he’d been most interested to learn she also had a taste for whiskey - especially the good stuff. Perhaps next time he’d treat her to a bottle at one of his establishments and find out more about what she was really like outside of work. He’d have to be discreet, of course. He wouldn’t want for her paymasters to get wind of visiting a former, escaped patient and risk her job.

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If anybody in this shitty world understood him, Mary was that person. They’d shared a similar childhood after all, introduced to one another by rich parents who were far more interested in showing off in front of their fellow socialites than they ever cared about their kids. Other children might have envied the glamour and privilege they held, of living it up in fancy penthouses and visiting the most expensive establishments but they would never understand what it was like, knowing the ugly truth about the masks their parents wore and how they behaved behind closed doors, away from the public spotlight they adored so much. How many years had it been? Too long and yet not long enough at the same time, back when they’d been the very picture of innocence. Mary still was, her appearance as bright and youthful as the day they’d first met back when he hadn’t been much taller than her but looking upon the woman now... it was a stark reminder as to how so very much had changed between them, even if she still looked like she hadn’t aged a day since their loathsome parents forced them to play together and become friends. For a time, he and Mary had been one and the same, dolls to be seen and not heard. That didn’t stop them from talking, whispering together in hushed, conspiring tones as they played nicely with their toys. Out of sight and out of mind like good little girls, their mothers had said, but they’d known better, even way back then. Sadly it couldn’t last. Over time they’d drifted apart as they faded into obscurity in their own ways, one family no longer in the spotlight while the other took to her career, rising and falling spectacularly. In spite of it all, Mary Dahl was still the same canny person he remembered from back then, so expressive, so understanding that with a mere glance, she could perceive others and rightfully show her disdain, yet remained talented enough to conceal both her thoughts and true self behind her deceptive features. That was just the thing though, wasn’t it? Appearances were only skin deep and what really mattered lay far beneath that.

"Despite how we look, we’re not so different if we’re being honest here. Mary might look like a cute little kid to you but to me, she was the first person who understood what it was really like. Stopped me thinking I was the problem, that there was something wrong with me and not our fucked up parents who made us like this...” Not once had Mr. and Mrs. Sionis understood him, had only ever judged him and saw him as a possession, something shameful and displayed only when guests came to visit like a particularly ugly ornament. Roman supposed it wasn’t too surprising it took somebody else who went through a similar upbringing to know what that was like.

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“The Bat’s a problem but that’s precisely what makes him so useful. He doesn’t play favourites here in Gotham, he helps keeps everybody on their toes.” Roman muttered in hushed tones, as though the shadows themselves were listening in. Civilians, criminals, cops - everybody had a healthy wariness when it came to the brooding vigilante and as frustrating as he was to deal with, Roman couldn’t deny his presence had some benefit. Without Vengeance around, criminals all around Gotham would be able to focus completely on each other, clawing over scraps and bringing mayhem to the streets until the last man standing could look forwards to ruling over nothing but a pile of smoking ashes. Or a flooded city full of drowned corpses had the Riddler managed to see his plans all the way to the end. Roman scoffed. He’d crossed paths with the fearsome vigilante on occasion, each one bloody and violent as the first. Fighting him was a whole different ballgame from dealing with rival gangs and would-be ursurpers plotting to take him down before he could rise as the next crime lord but far from fearing the challenge, Black Mask openly relished it. Batman was the equilibrator of this great city, making sure no criminal grew too big or too powerful to take down. That suited Roman just fine, knowing he needed more time, more experience to build himself up into the figures that Maroni and Falcone had once been. No... he would be better than those two had ever been. Roman would make sure of it, but first he had to play his cards carefully for Vengeance was swift and relentless once his attention had been suitably drawn. "I ain’t afraid of him but you have to wonder what’s going through that head at times knowing he’d have an easier time just killing his enemies and getting them out of the way. Well, whatever. Either way his actions are bringing about change, a real renewal of Gotham. He just doesn’t realize it yet I’m the one waiting in the wings to take over. I should be thanking him really, cleaning out all the trash for me first.” Roman laughed nastily, mocking the hero he congratulated with a toast before downing the contents of his glass. Batman was a problem but nothing he couldn’t handle when push came to shove on top of a bit of bat baiting.