Okay.

Don't make me shoot you.

[he's suddenly very comfortable with her mocking him and his face, because that means she's less likely to steal his.] I see.

...the Victorians were a freaky bunch.

Imagine being so old you lose your face. Couldn't be me. If I die, I'm dying surrounded by heaps of money and an empire that spans farther than I can imagine.

Okay, either hit me, or get out of my sight, I have a conference call in two minutes.

Why do you act like a Victorian's drama queen ghost then?

These pajama-wearing losers are all alike. Unfortunate that even the ones with training fall into the same habits as the ones that wear kevlar and military-grade knuckle padding.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧... 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟒𝟒𝟕!

Don't you 'son' me.

There's too much lore to this ghost shit, I need an anti-ghost hoover like that green plumber has.

I don't care if you have a ring. If you got a nice shiny ring in this city? Well, you're some kind of spirit, so you can't be robbed. Theoret- how the hell do you even wear new items?

Why does it matter if I'm bald to begin with? You're one to talk, you literally don't have a face!

[he nearly drops his phone] DEATHSTROKE?

It was implied, dear girl, dear white girl. How much training do you have? Any? Or did your dear old parent die violently and you've sworn to take up some mantle to get 'revenge'?

That's because I tend to fuck them if they get close to me and if we can't establish a power dynamic where I win, I arrange their untimely death.

...that doesn't sound like the Joker I dream of killing. Whatever. Maybe Cupid was real and shot his pasty white ass. [He'd stopped running. Now he was pulling out his phone from his suit.] Larry, Lenny, and Lonnie—not that Lonnie—have been busy while I was gone... Scram, ghost, I got business.

[sudden fear of flying fax machines]

Am I the only villain around here with the decency to stay the course?

What the fuck?

Fight for everything you're worth? You're not worth much to begin with.

Superman can drive? Bruce Wayne, billionaire, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, one of the biggest companies on the East coast, had a fling with a mass-murdering criminal that puts me to shame? Oh, the press must have had a field-day with that.

|| think he treats Theseus like a gnat he can't swat, which drives him utterly up the wall, but if he can't kill then he might as well ask questions

I will find a way to get rid of you, somehow... what happened while I was away?

I'm well aware of the systemic advantages of Caucasian people. I took you at your word. Isn't that what you want us to do? We so-called villains?

NoOoOoOoO!!!

There's a whole roster of quirked-up white girls, the last thing we needed was another one.

[in the distance] IF I'M BALD IT'S BATMAN'S FAULT!!!

Oh. You. I'm leaving again.

Are you goated with the sauce? Or are you another miscreant in tights parading around, bestowing upon all of us your moral superiority?

News of my death was greatly exaggerated.

Roman Sionis is dead. #XenomorphHunt

#XenomorphHunt He was reclining in his office chair, oblivious to anything outside of him. The windows were reinforced. Bulletproof. Only an RPG could break through them. With that sense of security, he had his feet on the desk and was nursing some mostly-warm coffee.

He can't do any of that shit. What the fuck are you talking about? These stupid people come up to me and just blabber, wasting all my time like I got an infinite amount of it. Get to the point before I call for my boys.

Then I'll do something more permanent.

I don't want Jack Jack to be real and you better stop manifesting him.

Does he like being dropkicked? I can do that too.

What are you, a Super Moron? Super Toddlers sounds like a brand of exploitative toddler-wear with Batman and Superman symbols for a huge upcharge. We're talking a 45% price hike at the register.

The next time someone sends a knife-wielding toddler after me, I'm bombing the orphanage.

“Fuck you!”

“Did you sneak him in here?! I'LL KILL YOU AGAIN, BAT!”

WHO LET THIS- OW! OW! OW! GET IT AWAY!!!

“Vampires in MY city...”

+ building. “Tell him his next meeting is here!”

Despite his earlier threats and promises to @theblackmask.sunder.my, Waylon found himself shoving his way into the headquarters of the most pompous asshole in Gotham. “WHERE IS ROMAN?!” He roared, grabbing an intern by the neck and carrying the poor sap along as he forced his way through the +

An intern—Jeremiah or something—entered into his office and whispered to him, then quickly left. Vinny stood beside the desk, smoking a cigar, while Roman inhaled sharply and steepled his fingers. "Someone's doing something very, very interesting... and they thought we wouldn't find out?"

Capitalism is the free-market, it prides itself on competition and consumer choice... Someone get me the stake, I need to rid myself of a blood-sucking fiend.

ㅤㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ