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It was late when the news finally came on, attracting his attention as he stood outside on his balcony with a smoke in hand. Inhaling a lungful of the noxious fumes, Roman tore his gaze away from the smoggy view of the city sprawled before his eyes, flicking his cigarette over the railings without even bothering to watch it fall down into the streets below. Barely two days had passed since Gotham’s mayor had been brutally murdered. The city itself had been rocked to it’s core, shaken out of it’s usual dystopian squalor even. Roman on the other hand had been most pleased, keeping an ear out for more information as to who had performed such a gruesome deed, and on Halloween no less. Perhaps it wasn’t too complicated. Anybody who knew anything about Gotham understood perfectly well how corruption ran as deep and filthy as the waters of the polluted bay just outside his bedroom view. Snatching up a bottle of whiskey, Roman made his way over to the sofa and sat down, pouring himself a shot of the golden liqueur while he listened to the reporter’s rambling on what was about to follow being potentially disturbing to some viewers. Whatever he’d been expecting to see that night, it hadn’t seeing the mysterious killer so soon. There on the screen was a masked figure, dressed in a matching suit of dark army green with a customized question symbol painted upon his front in white. Roman wasn’t surprised to see that; concealing your identity was a smart thing to do really and the man tilted his head, gaze flickering over the material covering his(?) - Roman believed it to be his - face, just barely able to make out a pair of eyes hidden behind a gleaming pair of glasses. It had to be him, the killer who had slaughtered Mitchell, Jr. and Roman grew ever more satisfied when this person, this Riddler he’d called himself confirmed his deed. Not only that but he’d also captured another member of authority, this time revealed to be none other than Commissioner Savage. Roman smirked at the sight of the familiar face on the screen. He recognized the poor bastard immediately even with his head locked inside a cage full of rats, the whites of his eyes rolling around in terror as he watched the filthy little animals scurry closer and closer to his face. What was disturbing to other people was peak comedy to Roman, knowing how the precious police commissioner had his finger in plenty of pies around the city he’d sworn to protect. How tragic for him that after all these years of ‘dedicated’ service, his actions (or lack of) had caught up to him at long last. Pity, really. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. Still, Roman wasn’t interested in the fate of a man certain to be dead by now. His attention was focused primarily on the one who’d called himself the Riddler, listening with rapt attention as the budding serial killer promised he would kill again and again until he’d finally unmasked the truth about Gotham. Unmasked. What an apt choice of word for a place where people wore masks on a daily basis. “The Riddler, huh? Gotta say I like his mask...” Roman laughed out loud, speaking to nobody in particular as he toasted the television screen with his glass of whiskey before downing the contents of glass in one go.