You looking at me?

[jla_villains]

A rap on the door heralds Lenny's entrance into Scarface's office. "Boss? He's here. Deadshot

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[wrist_magnum]

The suit was at home. No sense wearing it out on the street for everyone to see. His only weapon was a three-shot Derringer in the pocket of his jacket. He palmed it, and dropped into the seat opposite Wesker, trying to appear disinterested.

"There a reason you sent Rhino to brace me right out on the street, Scarface? Can't pick up a phone, like a normal hood?"

[jla_villains]

"I want t'announce my guzinez to alla Gotham, I'll take out an ad in the Gazette," yaps the small gangster. "Now, ya interested in some work or ya wanna try an' tell me how t'run my guzinez?"

"I'm sure he doesn't want to tell you how to run your business, Mr. Scarface," Arnold Wesker says nervously.

[wrist_magnum]

"What's the job?" he asks, eyes drifting away in a show of boredom. He takes a pack of cigarettes from one pocket, and shakes one out, one-handed.

[jla_villains]

"A rub-out. Ya wanna know who, ya gotta tell me if ya gonna take the job. Ya wanna know why, ya can kiss my ass."

Arnold Wesker looks shocked at that last statement, but refrains from comment.