Intimidation
Who: Two-Face, Joan Leland
What: A friendly chat.
Where: Arkham, after hours.
Two-Face aimlessly strolled the halls of Arkham, whistling as he restlessly tossed his closed switchblade upwards and snatched it from the air with a satisfying smack. His heels squeaked slightly on the marble flooring as he abruptly turned down a hallway and marched past white-washed walls, gaze trained on a beam of amber light escaping from the door crack of a small corner office. Two-Face studied the doorways that crowded the hallway, noting with satisfaction that all were dark and empty.
Standing before the tall oak door, a predatory smirk twisting his features unpleasantly, Two-Face contemplated briefly what approach he should take with the dark-haired doctor. He wanted -- no, needed -- for the young woman to take this seriously. She had too long regarded him as little more than a particularly fascinating science project, and he was well and done with it.
"Honey, I'm home," he drawled, kicking the door open and palming his knife.
What: A friendly chat.
Where: Arkham, after hours.
Two-Face aimlessly strolled the halls of Arkham, whistling as he restlessly tossed his closed switchblade upwards and snatched it from the air with a satisfying smack. His heels squeaked slightly on the marble flooring as he abruptly turned down a hallway and marched past white-washed walls, gaze trained on a beam of amber light escaping from the door crack of a small corner office. Two-Face studied the doorways that crowded the hallway, noting with satisfaction that all were dark and empty.
Standing before the tall oak door, a predatory smirk twisting his features unpleasantly, Two-Face contemplated briefly what approach he should take with the dark-haired doctor. He wanted -- no, needed -- for the young woman to take this seriously. She had too long regarded him as little more than a particularly fascinating science project, and he was well and done with it.
"Honey, I'm home," he drawled, kicking the door open and palming his knife.