capeandcowl | 032 → Voice

Well, it's funny how quickly time flies when you're having fun, isn't it? [ Oh there's so much sarcasm there. He's had such a great week. Actually, there's a pretty annoyed edge to his tone. ]

I want to thank eveyrone who's stayed calm over the past week and a half. The way the community's pulled together has been really inspiring. I know I can't speak on a national scale, or even a state-wide scale [ :( ] but I can assure you that as a city, we're going to make sure that we have procedures in place, and that we can do everything we can to ensure both the safety of both the natives, and you. If anyone has any suggestions, my brand new communicator's on, and my door's open, so I'd be happy to entertain any ideas.

That being said, please remember that the authorities are out there to help you, and if you suspect something shitty's going down, I'd encourage you to report it to the people you trust the most, as well as the police.

[ A small pause. He taps a pen on the table. ]

Stay safe out there, and let's pray we're overreacting.

[ ENCRYPTED TO JAMES BOND ]

The song from the fucking bodyguard, you shithead?

[ /End encryption ]

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I'm eager to make sure we're calm, and we take care of this as a community. There's no us or them, it's just us. Now you can say that there will be lynch mobs, but we're going to work hard to make sure that everyone stays calm, and we're the ones with the goddamned powers. I'm sure we could resolve things peacefully.

I'm sure we--[a pause...] ...you know, you've really upset an acquaintance of mine.

[ UHHHHHHHH shit which gothamites are here? Not Eddie, not the Scarecrow, not Catman, not the Penguin... uhhhhh ]

Calendar Man?

[hand on his chin as he meditates on a response for like, a tenth of a second. He's going for it, man.] No.

Go on, think hard. I'm sure you remember entire rosters from your books.

[ More thinking ]

Isn't Black Mask here?

[ The feed shuts off for a few. He has to know. ]

I'll be fucking damned, how did he-- [ Oh. Wait. ]

Fuck.

You just hung up on me. [so scandalized.]

Are you going to admit it, or not?

I was talking to someone! [ his comm ]

Admit what exactly? [ It's the scarecrow he is afraid already :c ]

[sibilant noise between his teeth]

Admit you have a secondary source about my world.

What good is that going to accomplish? Whether I do or not doesn't make a difference!

Don't play the fool. It doesn't suit you.

We all know who your deputy mayor is, but apparently you know him better than any of us.

[ Fuck ]

Edward has been working with me for years, now. I'd say I did.

That suggests to me a number of possibilities...

And makes you a good deal more interesting than I originally surmised, Mr. Hundred.

Believe me, I'm not all that interesting. If you're looking for that, I'm sure there are other imports around who would satisfy your curiosity.

Would you pick one of them to stand in your place? Knowing what I assume you must know about me?

[ If only Superman were here :') ]

No. I wouldn't.

[man Kryptonians are the most fun to fight when they get frenzied trust him on this Mitch]

A noble politician. My, my. One in how many? A hundred?

Cute, you even got to work in my name. [ Totally not answering that question ]

Are you trying to prove a point, or are you just having your jollies?

I want you to beg me to give you my attention.

[ A pause. For a moment, he doesn't say anything. Pride, or tempt fate with the fucking Scarecrow. ]

You're asking the mayor of a City that deals with every type of metahuman crisis you assholes can come up with to beg you for attention?

How many people do you think you're worth?

Ten children? They're not terribly sophisticated, children. Most of the same fears, mostly identical responses.

Ch--

No! You motherfucker, you touch one child, and I'm going to set the goddamn might of the police force after you!

You remember the asylum, I'm sure. I can make it worse.

As beautiful as those threats are, that voice of yours...

Mm.

I can see you're not going to make this easy on yourself.

[ oh boy is he unnerved... ] I don't think it's me that's making it difficult, asshole. That's all you.

I assure you whatever clout you think you have, it won't be enough. You can lock me up and I'll break out. You can bury me alive and in weeks I'll be back in the Porter room boiling with retribution. You can maim and mangle if it's in you, Mitchell Hundred, but you can't stop what I am.

One last chance.

Ask me very nicely to give you what you deserve.

[ there's a weighted, heavy moment. He starts once, and then a second time. Like he can't decide what to say. ]

Motherfucker, if you screw with me, you're going to find a lot worse off than you started.

[ But shit, this is a Gothamite. He's not a superhero, why do they want him?? ;; ]

Fine, give me what I deserve. Let's see exactly how far you can fucking get.

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