Day 8

[ebony_mask]

Who: Roman Sionis and Edward Nygma (+ NPC goons)
When: 10 December
Where: An abandoned warehouse in Sector 8
Summary: Black Mask and his new face deal with a busybody in green.
Warnings: Probably nothing beyond language and threatening behavior

Comments

[enigmaestro]

Ghh --

[He jolted, the hard slap shocking him into immediate consciousness. Blurry vision and a sharp tension on his left temple greeted him the following second. Eddie took a few deep breaths, quickly assessing his environment. A warehouse, with selective lighting. The urge to vomit surfaced. Nothing good ever came of warehouse awakenings.]

Oh. Oh, this is just -- I mean it's a touch melodramatic, don't you think?

[He blinked, trying to focus his eyes on Sionis. He heard the man's voice, knew Roman was here. But the face before was something unexpected -- fuller than skull, fleshed. Human. One might even hazard well-bred. Altogether, unexpected. But the proximity of Roman's wake-up call and the proximity of this man's face left only a few deductive options.]

Dear God. [A beat.] Do you have any idea what duct tape does to custom tailored suits?

[ebony_mask]

Y'know, Nygma, it wouldn't be the first time I've been called "God", but I expected you of all people to be a little more coherent. Or at least used to these kinds of situations by now.

[Roman stood back and chuckled, folding his arms across his chest.]

It's your custom tailored suits that got you here in the first place. You stick out like a sore thumb. When I got wind of some nosy fuck in green sniffing around my operations, my list of suspects was exceptionally slim.

[enigmaestro]

Oh my, are we onto pet names already? [Empty bravado was one of Eddie's last ditch devices. He found it crude and hardly eloquent, but panic almost always won that argument of subtlety in technique. Finger tips curled around the edges of the chair's arms he was strapped to, his body language tense.]

You know me so well. [He swallowed Roman's name, the word felt so unnatural to say when staring at an actual face.] You should have known I'd be inclined to take a look. Blood tends to leave a trail, you know. A trail -- of questions.

[Again, empty bravado. Eddie at least tried to pepper it with theatrics.]

[ebony_mask]

You are, apparently. I'd have been fine with Black Mask or Mr. Sionis or even Roman, but here we are.

[He let a silence hang in the air after Nygma finished, nodding slowly as he contemplated the events that led up to the moment.]

And what have your questions led you to conclude?