I.◇ VIDEO

[crucifriction]

[ The video opens up to Azrael, clad in both mask and suit, standing on the edge of a rooftop. While his left hand holds the communicator, the other hand wields the lit Sword of Sin, illuminating the dark night.

He more booms than speaks, projecting a sense of might, of power. ]

The City [ he spits ] is no different than Gotham, than many another

Comments

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[subconman]

oh my, my.

whatever has the porter brought us this time?

[crucifriction]

It has brought you what you all had so desperately prayed for. I am here.

[subconman]

what an atrocious pick-up line. i hardly think you're my type.

[crucifriction]

I care not for your wit, stranger.

Wouldn't it be better for you to speak, rather than type?

[subconman]

you think i'm witty? oh, be still my heart.

i could never. i'm simply too shy for that.

[crucifriction]

This is hardly the time for humor.

[subconman]

i hardly think there's a wrong time for humor.

in fact, i think you could even use a bit of it.

[crucifriction]

No.

[subconman]

whyever not?

[crucifriction]

If I were interested in listening to humor, I wouldn't have donned the Suit of Sorrows.

The voices are loud.

[subconman]

[ wow none of that made sense. ]

all the more reason for me not to add to them.

[crucifriction]

[ your face doesn't make sense ]

You can speak softly, I'm sure.

[subconman]

[ excuse you, rude. ]

and just what would i be whispering? sweet nothings?

[crucifriction]

Confessions.

[subconman]

naughty. you must ask to hear all the girls confessions.

[crucifriction]

I ask to hear all confessions.