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"Awww ya' got dosed with that experimental truth stuff. So I don't matter ... is this a pissy territory issue with us? Or you just hate me through affiliation 'cause you wanted ta' kill the clown?"
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“If I hated you that much, you’d be six feet under already.” Roman growled softly. The words slipped off his tongue easily and he did not even bother attempting to fight off the serum’s effects as the female clown wasn’t the one he had issues with, frustrated as he was to be caught in this situation by Harley Quinn of all people. He narrowed his eyes, making no effort to hide his true feelings towards her. Her affiliation with the Joker was reason enough to dislike the woman but no more so than any of the nameless thugs who’d worked for the clown over the years. As far as he was concerned, Harley Quinn was just another one of his lackeys at the end of the day, albeit more vibrant and with a slightly interesting past history before she got swept up by the madness flowing through the asylum, pulled into her boss’s twisted games. "I meant what I said in that you don’t matter, Harley. You’re just a sideshow in the whole freak act around here. Anything I do to you won’t even be a fraction of the shit Joker’s pulled on me and if anything, the bastard would probably find it funny I thought I could to get to him through you. No, you don’t matter - not to me since you haven’t done anything personally.” Yet. Which meant things between them could change in future. Nontheless the word was left unsaid, Roman continuing to stare down at the female clown with dark eyes full of scorn. Harley Quinn was loud, vibrant and in your face - all manners of traits he found obnoxious but not unforgivable. The other clown was a very different story however, and Roman had always preferred dealing with offenders directly than settling for collateral damage.
Do you still dress up as Batman?
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“Ah, good times. I had my fill pretending to be the bat but it’s too hard of an act to carry out convincingly, at least long term anyway. He never kills anybody whereas me... yeah, there’s only so long I can go before my trigger finger start itching to wipe somebody out.”
What fun it had been to dress up as the Batman! With a similar height and none too different build beneath the intimidating cape and cowl, it had been child’s play mimicking the vigilante’s appearance and convinced many onlookers, at least until the killing started. Unfortunately donning his likeness had drawn far too much attention of the negative sort also, especially since half the criminal population was gunning for the bat’s head at any given time and all of his most notorious enemies. Enemies like the Joker, who had a *very* personal vendetta against Batman. "Turns out not everybody likes it when you start dressing up as Gotham’s Protector. Either way, I accomplished what I set out to do. It wasn’t so much about ruining his reputation but destroying what connections remained of another one of his precious Robins. Nothing stings quite as much as losing somebody, huh?”
Do you often regret your actions and/or decisions? And hope to achieve a better version of yourself?
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“No?” Roman answered in an incredulous tone, looking at Batman as though he were stupid. What actions or decisions could he possibly regret? Roman Sionis did not regret, he made every decision with planning and full intent. Sure, sometimes his plans hadn’t worked out as well as he’d hoped in the past but they’d been his decisions all the same and he came out a better man for the experience regardless of whatever happened. His expression twisted into a sneer, blackened flesh taut over the skeletal structure of his face. “What, you think I’m going to suddenly repent and beg for forgiveness over the lives I’ve ended or something? All of them had it coming one way or the other, getting involved in something they shouldn’t or simply pissing me off. I don’t give a shit how precious you think lives are, most people ain’t worth the dirt they stand on.“ His words were delivered without an ounce of warmth or remorse, tongue dripping with callous disdain as though he were merely speaking of exterminating some particularly annoying vermin. That’s what most of his victims were to him, pests scuttling around in the wrong place at the wrong time or simply because squashing them was fun. His face continued twisting, his mask a veritable visage of anger at the idea of becoming better than he already was. The better version of him had already arrived long ago, even if Batman was too blind to see the truth right in front of his eyes. "Speaking of achieving a better version of myself, you’re far too late to be commenting about that. I’ve come a long way as you know, Batman, and I’m still not done no matter how many times you try and stop me...” Regret indeed. The only thing he regretted was not pulling the trigger quick enough so he didn’t have to listen to this rubbish right now.
(Truth Serum) How many girlfriends have you had?
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“About thirty-five maybe, give or take? Sometimes it was an on-and-off type of situation, the long working hours and sudden disappearances didn’t always endear me to my ladies.” Roman admitted with a shrug. He remembered each and every one of their names, whether the relationship had lasted only a few weeks or months at a time if he’d been lucky. Some women had second thoughts and didn’t even last a whole twenty four hours, especially after his mask had become fused to his face. At first it had bothered him, that others could write him off so quickly when he and the mask had become one but over time, he started to care less and less about it happening. It was a mutual exchange at the end of the day; they got money out of their little arrangement and he got to unwind with the fairer sex whenever he had the time, providing him a tasteful distraction from his work and woes. ”I don’t date multiple women at the same time, not for a few years now. After Circe I ran a little wild but Tiffany... man, she was a different story. I didn’t date for well over a year after she - after the Joker made me to shoot her.”
Seeing as you've got no choice but to tell the truth, what would you like to do to Red Hood if you ever got the chance?
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“At this point, I don’t think killing him is nearly satisfying enough after everything he’s done. I want him worse than dead. More than that, I wanna destroy him.” Roman said softly, his tone thoughtful and contemplative and very much at odds with the burning rage in his eyes. What would he like to do to Red Hood if he ever got the chance? He couldn’t help but snort derisively at that, knowing it was only a matter of when. His indomitable bloodlust couldn’t - wouldn’t rest until his palms were wet with the man’s blood but oh, it was just the start of all the fun they’d have together. Before he’d been asked this question, Roman had a myriad of ideas on what to do with Red Hood after all the stunts he’d pulled, the deals that asshole had disrupted or taken over outright. Torture was Black Mask’s speciality after all, his ‘magnus opus’ as it were and yet in that moment, not a single idea seemed good enough despite his many years of self-education in how to bring about the most pain and suffering. He truly did wonder... what brand of torture was sufficient after all that Red Hood had done? Roman had lost count of the people he’d taken apart and physically stripped down to bare bones and raw muscle. He’d learned so many ways to draw the entertainment out, forcing the human body to endure beyond what most thought it was capable of withstanding. It didn’t matter whether it was physical, mental or emotional pain - there were countless ways to break both a man’s body and spirit and Roman was well-versed in all arts of war but nothing he’d done so far could be enough for Red Hood who, in his eyes, deserved far worse than all of his previous victims.
”Unmasking him would only be the start, find out who he really is and in doing so, find out what makes him tick. I’m a very busy man but I’ll happily book weeks if not months of time off work in advance just to spend it getting to know Red Hood inside and out. Friends, family, old connections... I’ll dig every last one of them up, bring them into our little game too.” He sighed, almost lovingly at the thought and all the little mysteries he’d be able to learn once he’d encouraged Red Hood to tell. Pain worked for everybody and it was just a matter of finding out which type made people spill their guts the fastest. “Usually the trick is to send them your victim’s body parts, finger in the mail a day, that sort of thing but I ain’t interested in ransom. Nah, the only atonement worth anything to me now is blood, sweat and tears.”