The calm before
Copperhead lounges in a comfortable armchair in his Gotham mansion. Formerly a hideout used by one of the dead bosses of the Czech Gang, Copperhead seized it as part of the systematic takeover brought about by the Unholy Triad of the Monk, Prometheus and Hush. Copperhead, Hugo Strange and Clayface had been among their most loyal lieutenants, and for the past six months, business in Gotham had been damn good.
And then this religious cult had to spring up and ruin it all.
Word got to Copperhead that one of the Triad is due to pay him a visit tonight, and he only hopes it's Hush. Prometheus... He's a difficult man to read, if he is a man. And the Monk... Well, he's dead. There's no other word for it but dead. If he isn't really a vampire, he's the closest thing to the real thing in Gotham City. At least you can hold a conversation with Hush.
The villain pours himself a brandy and watches the roaring fire, as he waits for his guest to arrive.
And then this religious cult had to spring up and ruin it all.
Word got to Copperhead that one of the Triad is due to pay him a visit tonight, and he only hopes it's Hush. Prometheus... He's a difficult man to read, if he is a man. And the Monk... Well, he's dead. There's no other word for it but dead. If he isn't really a vampire, he's the closest thing to the real thing in Gotham City. At least you can hold a conversation with Hush.
The villain pours himself a brandy and watches the roaring fire, as he waits for his guest to arrive.