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[victornoface]

Lovely office this man has. Nice and clean, all the paperwork is stacked and filed properly. Lovely catch to the window too, doesn't take long to unlock.

It would be difficult to gauge exactly how long he's been standing in the gloom when the owner eventually arrives. But it's necessary- he has so many questions. So many questions with very few

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[thimblerig]

See Felix? This is why you don't forget your house keys at work.

...because random, faceless strangers will be waiting for you in the dark. Of course, that's logical. This is Gotham after all. Either way, Fix is going to just walk right in like he owns the place (which he does) and go to rummage through his desk.

[victornoface]

"If you're looking for your gun, Mr. Wilder," yup, he's doing that gravel-voice thing that Batman loves so much, "the distance between your desk and my foot isn't that far."

[thimblerig]

"I'm looking for my house keys." The calm, confident voice, doesn't quite cover the fact that he jumped a little when he heard someone else speak. "And, I know full well where my gun is: locking in a gun safe, like you're supposed to do."

Must we play these games, O possibly Batty one?

[victornoface]

"It is a good thing. Vile things," he growls dismissively as he steps into the light, illuminating his- well, lack of face.

"I have a few questions."