You making fun of me, Wilson?
Heh. Can’t make any promises, kiddo. I’ll let you know he’s not the priority at the moment, I’ll let Joker handle that. Right now,I’ve got a score to settle with Nightwing.
Oh? Who’s that?
"Heh. I Got a lot of enemies kid. Though I’ve patched things over with Deathstroke and the Joker, Red Hood and Ravager aren’t as forgiving. Plus I got big plans in store for Nightwing." Two-Face flips the coin. Good Heads. "You seem like a smart kid, and you’re not like Quinn, you aren’t in mad love with your boss. Why do you relegate yourself to being a side-kick for hire? You seem like someone who has much more to offer. How’d you end up in this circle anyway?"
Seemed only necessary to make this.
Lol, this is how you feel when you RP as a bad guy.
Hey girlie. What’s up?
That cryptic bullshit doesn’t intimidate me, I’ll do as I damn please.
Harvey sat alone in the dank room he called his “office”. The Hood and company got the message, it seemed they would be avoiding each other as much as possible. Deathstroke cut any ties to the organization, and despite the deal, was still itching to cut him in two. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he now answered to the Joker. Harvey could get around that simple, but it wouldn’t stop the humiliation, the fact that people were now laughing at him rather than cowering in fear. Deadshot was still on his assignment, that’s one thing that was still a go.
"What’s your problem Harvey?" He growled to himself. "You’re like the humans in a zombie movie, you fuck it up for yourself."
Still, at least the Mask had gone underground. Not that it mattered anymore. “This self-loathing pity party’s got to end. There’s still a piece of the man I used to be somewhere inside us, and he’s holding us back.”