Hitman for Hire

    ❛ Now you know I can’t argue with that logic. If they aren’t cutting it, someone has to. Which COOL bad guys are we talking ? ❜

      no. that hurts. ❛ … it got lost in the mail. ❜

“Well, than entire universe - my universe - is now gone. So I suppose you’ll just have to make do with leftovers.”

      ❛ I’m sure your invite was just LOST IN THE MAIL. Nothing personal. ❜ 

“It’s not fun, everyone here is insufferably boring. Hope is stifling.”

The face that stares back at Zsasz is considerably serious for someone who’s hardly over eighteen. However, the faux friendliness seems to vanish at the very mention of a certain criminal. It’s unlike Bruce to ask for help, and especially from someone like Victor, but Bruce is desperate and filled with too much anger. He breathes in deeply. 

“And what is it you want in return, Mr. Zsasz?” 

The hitman’s smile tugs, knowing he has something that the kid wants. “Musta done something terrible to ya...” He knows that look - that seriousness. Seen it in plenty of clients and even on his own features. Once reflected back at him in a mirror before he killed the man who caused his parent’s car accident. 

Cold anger.