Day 5
Who: Black Mask and Jack Kelly
When: 7 December
Where: Black Mask's basement
Summary: Black Mask sets into motion yet another phase of his nefarious plans.
Warnings: Language
[The moment he saw Mr. Doe's nose grow back after a dose of Jack Kelly's blood, the idea had taken root. He'd long since accepted his disfigurement, his new mask, as a sign that he'd survived his torture. That he'd grown stronger through it and, indeed, he'd worn it with pride.
But then again...he'd never before had an opportunity like this. The technology and magic had been beyond even his reach in Gotham.
Roman Sionis has never been a man who throws away a golden opportunity.
No. Certainly not.
He's always had the will to do what needed to be done. The will to push farther than anyone was willing to push. Farther than anyone was able to anticipate.
Casually leaning against the workbench, Roman raises a blood filled wine glass in toast.]
I thought about giving a nice, long, stereotypical supervillain speech before doing this; even had it partially written. But then I realized it'd be a total waste on you. You couldn't possibly appreciate the finer points of evil, and hell, I wasn't even sure you'd be conscious enough to even hear it, so I scrapped that shit and decided to keep things short and sweet. You're probably wondering what exactly the fuck I have planned. Maybe you're thinking I have a missing toe and want it back. Or maybe I got my tonsils out when I was but a wee tot. But I have bigger dreams than minor appendages and vestigial organs, Jack. It's time to begin a new chapter of life, and, well, I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you, Kelly, from the bottom of my heart. God bless your poor, dumb shit little soul for wearing your heart on your sleeve. Thank you for being so easy to lure in and bleed out. And most of all? Thank you for this.
[Without hesitation, he tips the glass toward his mouth.]
When: 7 December
Where: Black Mask's basement
Summary: Black Mask sets into motion yet another phase of his nefarious plans.
Warnings: Language
[The moment he saw Mr. Doe's nose grow back after a dose of Jack Kelly's blood, the idea had taken root. He'd long since accepted his disfigurement, his new mask, as a sign that he'd survived his torture. That he'd grown stronger through it and, indeed, he'd worn it with pride.
But then again...he'd never before had an opportunity like this. The technology and magic had been beyond even his reach in Gotham.
Roman Sionis has never been a man who throws away a golden opportunity.
No. Certainly not.
He's always had the will to do what needed to be done. The will to push farther than anyone was willing to push. Farther than anyone was able to anticipate.
Casually leaning against the workbench, Roman raises a blood filled wine glass in toast.]
I thought about giving a nice, long, stereotypical supervillain speech before doing this; even had it partially written. But then I realized it'd be a total waste on you. You couldn't possibly appreciate the finer points of evil, and hell, I wasn't even sure you'd be conscious enough to even hear it, so I scrapped that shit and decided to keep things short and sweet. You're probably wondering what exactly the fuck I have planned. Maybe you're thinking I have a missing toe and want it back. Or maybe I got my tonsils out when I was but a wee tot. But I have bigger dreams than minor appendages and vestigial organs, Jack. It's time to begin a new chapter of life, and, well, I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you, Kelly, from the bottom of my heart. God bless your poor, dumb shit little soul for wearing your heart on your sleeve. Thank you for being so easy to lure in and bleed out. And most of all? Thank you for this.
[Without hesitation, he tips the glass toward his mouth.]