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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As it were.

In person would be preferable; this line has been compromised by nosy politicians.

[ooc: action??]

He is very rude. [a beat. He's pretty sure he knows where to find Roman, so he doesn't ask, just hanging up.]

[and not long after he's showing up at the lab Roman set him up with, taking his coat off and hanging it up and looking around... hoping maybe to squeeze a personal jumpscare out of this.]

Sionis?

[roman moves from out of the shadows, his hands in his trenchcoat pockets. sorry, no surprises for jon ~~yet~~]

Hello, Scarecrow.

Ah, there you are. [so basically without ceremony he launches into] Can you believe the arrogance of that man?

I've seen worse.

[a thoughtful pause]

He won't underestimate us forever, though, Crane.

[Jon moves over to a table, leaning the heels of both hands against it and staring off a second, before looking over at his skullfaced companion]

I know. I'll make him my top priority, if you like. I'll show him what it means to live in our world.

I like your enthusiasm, Scarecrow. But not yet. Top priority is stabilizing and maintaining the base of operations, then expansion.

[beat]

But soon. We're both wanted felons. We won't stay off his radar for long, especially not with Nygma as his deputy. They both know too much about us.

[he moved closer, his eyes gleaming in the light.]

I want to erode their wills and watch them crumble before finally striking.

Hmn. Your underworld... Yes, I can see that. [never one for criminal politics, he's been in Gotham long enough to know which mobs shouldn't be crossed (and had personal experience crossing the wrong ones), but that doesn't mean he's fond.]

Surely Nygma can be bargained with...? And this Hundred can be broken.

[he removes a hand from his pocket and rubs his chin.]

Nygma's already threatened to send someone--or multiple someones--here. He won't be bargained with by direct means, not yet at least. He needs to be weakened first.

[or further, rather, but the crossword business is none of jon's current concern]

Hundred will be broken. But not if it means we get Nygma stepping up to the plate. So...we deal with Nygma first.

[now that strategy he can appreciate.]

How do you want to deal with him? Just killing him will bring him back angrier.

[he grins (or has he been grinning the whole while??)]

How does one un-reform a reformed man?

If it were Oswald--temptation. But a man like Nygma? Gaslighting. He's his own worst enemy.

[opening a drawer, getting out a battered old clipboard to make notes.] Whatever information you already have would be helpful.

That's exactly the direction I'm talking about.

[he pulls over a swivel chair and sits down at the table, facing crane]

What, specifically, do you need to know?

[he is totally using a nearby bunsen burner to heat up a mug of coffee]

Wonderful.

What do you feel is pertinent? Have you been keeping tabs on him, of late? Where he spends his time and with whom? Or do you want me to start stalking him now?

Only insofar as the keeping track of his actions on the network. I've been busy with other things.

[a thoughtful pause]

I don't anticipate him easily opening up to you, but you can't deny it's your nature to be curious. And it won't look any more suspicious than usual.

Mm, but he's not a fool. I'm doing this at great personal risk.

[this is a very unsubtle way of asking for a bonus]

[he folds his hands together on the table]

What do you need?

[he can be your santa, jon]

[pulling off a sheet of paper from the clipboard, makes a list of a shitton of chemical names--and how much each of them runs for, costwise (in total about $7,000 worth)--and then writes down eight [8] human brains, and "one of those modern flat TVs" with a [??] by the price]

This.

[he looks at the list in silence, then looks back up at jon]

What's the TV for?

[a smirk] Not for me, I assure you.

[oh what the hell, in comparison to the brains and chemicals, a tv is nothing]

Alright. I can get the brains and TV immediately, but the chemicals are going to take longer. Give me a week, at least.

Perfectly acceptable. [leans on one hand, exhaling slowly.] I need to get to work on a new costume. Is there anything else you need me to do, in the meantime?

[taking the cue, roman stood and pushed the chair back to where he'd gotten it.]

Beyond continuing on with your work? Not at the moment.

[he moved to the door, stopping before leaving.]

If you need anything else, you know how to reach me.

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