You making fun of me, Wilson?
"Mr. Face... I couldn't help but notice... you said you would attack the small one? Please if thats Damian leave him alone." Her eyes showing concern.
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.
Hey Mr. Face I just wanted you to know theres a certain someone who wouldn't mind a bit of your attention~
Oh? Who’s that?
Hey Mr. Face... uhh just a few things, 1. Eddie's fine. Its just a bit of fun irritating him is all. And 2. why is it that everytime I come to your page you have death threats?
“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?”
If you are to harm my grandson, Nightwing and the Red Hood will be the least of your worries.
That cryptic bullshit doesn’t intimidate me, I’ll do as I damn please.
…What am I doing?
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.”
