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✪ = I wanna kill you // im late but from jason
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“Red Hood, huh? Yeah, I can see the appeal. Big scary guy like that strutting around like he owns the goddamn place except nobody knows who the fuck he is or where he came from! Everybody just loves a mystery but do you know what’s better than finding out who somebody really is beneath their mask?” Roman asked with a growl, looking positively wolfish as he bared his teeth and pulled a knife out of his pocket. God, what he wouldn’t give to hear that cocky little bastard scream right now. Red Hood had caused so much damage to his operations, more than Batman had done in years. Not only that but the man was dangerous, slaughtering his men and all those who opposed him with as little concern as Roman. Red Hood was a pain in the ass but more importantly, he was a pain in Black Mask’s ass and a particularly nasty thorn in his side. There was only one way to deal with somebody like that, he’d learned over the years. You had to get him before he got you. "When you kill the son of a bitch, that’s what! Yeah, I like his mask. Definitely adding it to my collection once I get my hands on it - or him, I’m not fussy either way. I hope I’m the one who catches Red Hood though... he’s cost me big time so he’s got a lot of repaying to do, starting with losing whatever face he’s hiding. He’s in good shape though, I’ll give him that but that works out just fine. I bet we could play for days until I’ve had my fun...” He caressed the blade of his knife almost lovingly at the thought, wishing it was Red Hood’s throat he was cutting into instead of his own fingers.
“Like hell that little punk is any brother of mine!!!!”
"sup, bro??" a casual greeting for someone holding a gun to the back of roman's head. "movie night. thursday. eight o'clock. don't cheap out on the popcorn." // crack!jason. don't mind me, justing playing along.
The unmistakable click of a loaded gun was a sound Roman was all too familiar with, especially when said sound was paired with less subtle pressure against the back of his head. What was decidedly less familiar was the reason for this stick up, such... unusual demands that had never before been extorted from him in such a casual manner. “Thursday night, eight o’clock? Yeah, I guess I could make room on my ever-so-busy schedule. I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do...” he said, resisting the urge to shrug or even move as long as that gun was aimed level with blowing his brains out. Fuck’s sake, he didn’t even like popcorn. Damn Red Hood and the way he could sneak up on a guy like that!
slurred words for jason
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“Fucking prick!” Roman spat, clutching his drink so hard the glass threatened to shatter between his fingers. Of all the names he loathed, Red Hood ranked right up there. “Who the fuck does he think he is, strolling into Gotham... strolling into MY area no less?? I was here way before that little shithead was even a thought in anybody’s head and all of a sudden he’s getting into my business and taking over!? Well fuck that, and fuck him too for that matter!” The glass that had previously threatened to shatter in his hand suddenly found itself shattering against the wall as he flung his drink away in disgust, sending glass and remnants of whiskey spraying across the wall before sliding down to the floor in slow trickles. Roman snarled in anger, furious at Red Hood for all the business deals he’d ruined and the men he’d killed, but especially in being the cause of losing a good drink just now. Stalking over to the now ruined shot glass, Roman picked up the largest fragment of jagged glass, admiring the sharp edge gleaming in the light. “That Red Hood thinks he’s such a big shot but I’ll tell you one thing... he’s just a jumped up little boy way in over his head. I’ve been playing this game way longer than he’s been around. He’ll slip up sooner or later. He’ll get too cocky and when he does, I’ll be waiting...” Roman eyed the glittering fragment, turning it over in his hand until the point faced upwards as though he were holding a shiv. Glass he’d found was quite the fun material to use in torture sessions, ever so breakable but very, very painful.
"before the bat??" is it wrong to be proud?? "it's nice to be special. nice to be recognised." ( from roman's favourite little guy <3 )
“I hope you still feel the same when I skin you alive and turn your hide into my next coat. I’ll even get you your very own coathanger and everything just so you can keep feeling extra special.”
✏️ for jason pls
Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!
Roman: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Jason: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.
Jason: *closes a cabinet* *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door* Roman: What was that? Jason: The sound of someone else's problem.
Jason: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Roman: You mean you stabbed them? Jason: They ran into my knife.
Roman: What's wrong with you? Jason: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ( from jason )
Oh, he’s pissed. The snarl of rage ripped from his jaws not only sounded like it came from a wild animal but looked the part as well, white teeth flashing in the feral mask of fury that consists of Roman’s face as he brutally grappled with his opponent. A button pops off his shirt as strong fingers grab and push him bodily backwards but Roman was having none of it, hooking his fingers into Red Hood’s collar and pulling him along for the ride. "Look at you! Tarted up like some gladiator biker!” Roman spat. The taste of copper upon his tongue is metallic and cloying, only serving to bolster his madness as frenzied fists and fouler words are exchanged. “Covered in body armor!” Red Hood was good despite the few inches of difference in height between them, the younger male evidently being a solid mass of muscle even beneath his protective clothing. Roman was hardly deterred, making sure to grab, grapple and punch anywhere and everywhere beneath the hard, metallic plating of that mocking helmet. “You see what I’m wearing, boy!? Do you feel what you’re hitting when you nail me?! Skin!“ Roman jeered as another button flies off, revealing nothing but flesh and blood beneath his ruined business shirt. His favourite shirt no less. He was gonna have to teach the boy a lesson for that one...
“And Daddy’s not afraid of losing some!”
i think jason and roman are the beeeest of friends
Send a headcanon you have about our muses’ relationship and I’ll tell you if I approve of it or not.
ARE THEY EVER!!!! Jason and Roman are indeed the best of friends and how can they not be?? They’re always so eager to play together, to learn about one another and what makes him tick. Roman even calls him brother in one panel! It’s hard to find two buddies closer than that. 😂 Seriously though, I love this so much even if it’s actually the complete opposite and oh yeah! Don’t forget you still owe Jason movie night, Roman!
“sup, bro??” here he is again. gun to the back of roman’s head. just as casual sounding as he was last time. “halloween movie night. eight o’clock. wear a costume. and bring good snacks this time.” ( from jason | this was meant to be a treat but this was as nice as jason wanted to be lmao )
There it was again, that familiar click at the back of his head. Roman cursed under his breath, knowing exactly who it was since it wasn’t even the first time he’d been held up in this exact situation. Sure enough there he was, that oh so irritating flash of red he was way too accustomed to seeing lingering at the corner of his eye. He almost cursed again when he heard Jason’s demands. ”Halloween movie night? Got it. Might be able to squeeze that in, yeah.” He said. As if the Joker wasn’t already trying to make him go to another party around that time but he wasn’t going to whine, especially with a gun against his head. he gritted his teeth, annoyed to find himself in this situation again and having to bring snacks for Red Hood of all people. “I fuckin’ hate halloween...” he hissed.
"sup, bro." we all know how this goes by now. appears undetected, behind him, gun pointed to the back of his head. "christmas dinner. 6 o'clock. don't be late." still a casual tone, but emphasises the don't. "we're all expecting gifts." ( from jason <3 )
“Fuck’s sake,” Roman said between gritted teeth. It was the third time this had happened, Red Hood sneaking into the building only to end up pointing a gun against the back of his head. Still, Christmas dinner sounded a hell of a lot better than having his brains splattered against the walls and he shrugged in resignation. Wasn’t like he was doing anything else for the season... “Don’t you worry, Red - I’ll be sure to bring some special gifts for you and all the other pains in my ass.” He replied. Oh yes, Red Hood had a pair of musical socks coming his way, with the most obnoxious tune he could find.